Note: I'm that this is oh-so short, but it was hard writing knowing that it was the end for Haylie. I didn't want to drag it out, so here it is.
Oh god, I am so tired. Ever since I kicked Jethro out, he hasn't been here to see Haylie. Also, according to Ziva, he's gone missing. None of the guys have seen him. So while they are looking for him, I'm staying here with Haylie all day and night.
I guess I can't complain, she is my daughter, but it isn't fair. This shouldn't be happening to me. I'm a good person; I don't litter, I recycle, I vote, I volunteer and I give money and clothes to Goodwill!
I know that I should be the one to be here with Haylie; but I really miss sleeping. I mean seriously, how long do they think I can go without sleeping or eating?
HEY! Wait a gosh- darned minute… when did I have twins?
Note: Remember how I said that all the presents would be told in Jethro's POV for now on?? I lied, this one will be in Abby's POV.
"Mommy!" I cried out, holding my arms out for her. My mother literally dove into my arms, holding me tightly. I held my mom tightly against my body, sobbing. I'm awake! I'm alive!
"Abby!" Ziva yelled, almost in sync with my mother. I know this sounds stupid, but it's like I was the popular girl in high school and this is my high school reunion. I looked over at Ziva and Tony, who were both crying their eyes out. I made Tony DiNozzo cry!!!!!!!! Quick, alert the media!
"You're awake," Tony choked out.
"Don't sound so surprised. Didn't you know I could do it?" I said, reaching out to hold Ziva's hand while my mother sobbed. "Mom, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about Haylie!" I signed. My mother cupped my face in her hands and kissed my forehead.
"I know hunnie… I'm not mad at you," she signed with a smile. I choked out a laugh at how well my mom was taking everything. I looked over her shoulder to see Jethro.
I slit my eyes in a glare, and my eye twitched. I felt a giant headache coming on, but I still kept my eyes in that glare.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed, looking at him.
"I hate you," I said, pulling away from my mother.
~November 23, 1999~
"Abby, come on wake up!"
"Ms. Abigail, there is a problem with Haylie!"
I shot straight up, hearing that sentence.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking around. A group of doctors were around me and even Jethro was there. Right away I knew… she was dead. I let out a sob and my body shock violently. The doctors moved so that I could see her body. It turns out that when I fainted, I took down cords with me, the cords that kept her breathing. I stood up and walked over to little Haylie. Her face was blue and she looked so peaceful, like she was just sleeping, even though I knew she wasn't. I looked over to see if Jethro was still there, but he wasn't.
And I knew where he was.
I knocked on the wood door and waited for just a moment. I shouldn't be here; I should be with Abby and I do know this, but I just can't.
"Jethro," she said, her voice shocked.