Gus Jr. (One Part)

*IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING REALLY QUICKLY. *

I wanted to name him Augustus. After his father. His father who never knew he was going to be a father. He was too far gone by the time I found out. I didn't want to worry him with something more than his own demise. But, he came out still born. He was never able to take even one single breath. I was used to not being able to breathe, but nothing like this. I already lost Gus. How could I handle loosing the only thing I had left of him? Luckily, I didn't have to mourn for long. I ended up dying myself four months later. I tried to unmake the world again. I told myself over and over that pain was only temporary and that the body would loose consciousness once it became too much. I didn't have much faith in that though, it never worked. But this time, it did. The pain left, and it never came back. I woke up in capital-S Somewhere. "Hazel Grace," I heard. His voice as lovely as the first time I had heard it. I looked up into his ice blue eyes and smiled. "Hello, Augustus Waters," I said back. I looked down to his arms and realized that he was holding his son. "Can I...?" I said, gesturing to Gus Jr. "Of course," he said like it was not the best thing ever. I felt his heart beat as he laid in my arms. He had Gus's eyes and smile, and my hair. I had never been happier than in the moment. Gus leaned down to kiss me, and in the moment I felt infinite. I realized we now had an even bigger infinity for ourselves ahead of us. There was only one thing missing.

30 yeas later we watched Isaac appear. His eyes, real eyes, moving back and forth. Taking everything in. His eyes landed on Gus Jr. The only one of us he had never seen. He smiled, and pushed his blonde hair out of his face to see him better. "We missed you bro. You took to long," Gus said. "Sorry man, if only i had a terminal disease. Only eye cancer. Fucking hit and runs, man." "Ouch," I responded, "Did, um, Monica...ever...?" I asked, not wanting to make it too much of a touchy subject. "No, but it's okay. You have no idea how many girls will let blind guys okay with their tits. Didn't make it to Robot Eyes though, unfortunately."

Then we walked together into the beginning of our infinity. With no fake leg, no cannula, no glass eyes, and in my arms a real breathing child.