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"I'm needing to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"I'm... pregnant."
"Oh my God! Is it mine?"
"Yes."
"Oh, that's cool. Wow I can't believe it."
"Are you mad or anything?"
"No, no, no! No way. I'm just... excited & scared."
"Oh, that's good, because I am too!"
"How long has it been?"
"About 5 months."
"Wow. Not long. Exactly half way through."
"Half way? No, more than half."
"5 is half of 10, honey. A pregnancy is 9 months."
"No, sweetie."
"How long is it then?"
"10 months or so. Depends on the parents I suppose."
"What about the parents?"
"Body weight and figure, the father is the major weight in the outcome. That's what I've heard."
"Elaborate please?"
"Oh, sorry. If the father is large {round/tall}, if the baby is a boy, he will be bigger. If the parents are small, baby is usually normal size."
"I get it."

{1 month passes}

"Sorry I haven't written in so long. How's the baby?"
"Baby's alright. Started kicking a bit, then stopped. It scared me at first!"
"Oh my God, Wow! Kicking already, amazing!"
"Yeap. When are you coming home?"
"Tomorrow."
"Really?!"
"Yes, really. I can't wait to see you and how big your belly has gotten. I've been away since he/she was concieved."
"Wow that is a while. And yes you will notice a difference."
"I love you. I can't wait to see you and hold you."
"You will! Hurry up and get home! I love you."

{Another month passes}

"I thought you'd be home by now."

{Weeks pass}

"Why won't you write back?"

{2 days after}

"I'm so sorry. I promise you will see me tomorrow morning at the dining room table eating waffles and sipping coffee."
"I want to believe you, I really do. The baby will be 18 before you come home, without having to turn around and go to the store. Come home. I won't wait another day."
"I'm coming home right now. Just as soon as I get something to the post office. I bet my life on it."
"NO! Do NOT bet your life on a plane! NEVER!"

He doesn't write back for two days and Ocean is becoming worried.

On the morning of the third day without news...

{Television: "We interrupt your program for breaking news. A plane has crashed on the site of Arizona's--" [TV is clicked off.]}

"Miles, please, please be alive. The baby is nearly here. Just next month... please, Miles. Please come home!"

{Ocean recieves a letter in the mail}

"Miles, if the letter I got today is speaking the absolute truth, I'm going to Arizona. I'm coming to see you."

{Scans over letter once more}

Dear Ocean,
I'm deeply sorry. Miles is in critical condition in Arizona state hospital. He is steady as of now. The coma that held him for 2 weeks is now loosening its grasp of fury. He is speaking, moving, conversing, is back to his normal self: slowly recooperating. We will fly him home once is is completely stable.

Sincerely,
Dr. Roosevelt Drawn

{Boards plane, [8 and a half months pregnant; goes to the state hospital to see him.}

"Miles? Miles?? Can you hear me?"
"Ocean?" {reaches out for her}
{Tears flow down Ocean's cheeks}
{Miles puts his hand on her stomach}
"Wow. I can't believe it."
{Miles pulls Ocean closer and kisses her pationately}

"Miles I thought you were dead! I thought you were gone."
"I wasn't. Death cannot stop me from loving you. Or the baby for that matter."
"When can you go home?"
"Ocean, I wish I could. But I can never... come home."
"W-W-what? W-Why? Please don't lie, you'll make me sick."
"I'm not lying. I'm dieing."
"No. You can't... you just can't."

"Ocean, please. PLEASE don't make this harder than it already is. I'd give anything to stay with you - to see the baby grow up. I really would. I'd give my life for you two to be safe. But now my life is being taken away and I can't get it back, win it back, or buy it back. It is fading into thin air."
"Miles! Miles no! NO! Please!"

{She yells as his monitor begins to fall flat}

"Miles stay! Stay with me, please??"

{Hugs him and moves his hair out of his face}

{Nurse runs in}

"I'm sorry," the nurse says. "He's gone."