Bailee’s POV
I press my ear to his chest, sucking in a breath as I hear his little heart pumping, and I press kisses to his face.
‘Come on baby, wake up’ I whisper urgently, ‘open your eyes, it’s all over now sweetie, you need to wake up now.’
I keep whispering, stroking his hair until with a soft groan, my son’s eyelids slowly flutter open to reveal the familiar blue eyes that I know and love.
‘Hey baby’ I croon, smiling down at him, ‘are you ok?’
Travis nods, wincing slightly, ‘my head hurts’ he mumbles.
I nod sadly, ‘yeah, you bumped it hard’ I reply comfortingly.
Slowly, I help him sit up, steadying him with my arms as he glances behind me at what remains of his father.
‘Is daddy dead?’ he whispers, turning his gaze back to me.
I give a small nod, ‘I’m sorry baby, but yes, dad
