Zander
I gave my son one last glance, before I headed next door to see his mother. My heart breaks seeing Liz lying there, hooked up to all kinds of machines. She should be holding our son. I rushed over and took her hand. She doesn't open her eyes, she just lies there. I kissed her forehead and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You need to wake up my Liz. Our son is so handsome, he looks like me. So I suppose I am handsome too. You are a very lucky woman.” I say and chuckle softly, though I am close to tears. “He has your beautiful red hair and your bright blue eyes. He is the perfect mixture of both of us, and he can't wait to meet you.” I whispered and kissed her hand.
She tries to open her eyes and squeezes my hand lightly. “Liz?” I say softly. “Zander,” she whispers and opens her
