I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead "No, I don't remember any of it!" Phoebe said, a hitch in her voice as a wave of emotions came crashing down on her. How could she not remember such an important moment?! She was pleading with Harper to believe her, distraught and confused. "I was looking for a place to put the baby garden for Frey and walked into a beautiful garden...then suddenly my stomach was flat and I rushed to find you." she said, tears welling in her eyes. Why would she lie about something she had wanted for as long as she could remember, something he knew meant more than the world to her? "Jude." she breathed, another small hitch in her voice as she grasped onto her own exposure. Wide brown eyes that reflected hers looked up at her and she all but melted. Perfect brown waves of hair, his mother's complexion...he was a perfect blend of his parents. As his arms lifted she reached to take him expertly in her arms. How many babies had she held over the years? How many times had she dreamed of this moment? Her baby. Hers. Instinctively she began to rock gently side to side, hesitant fingers brushing over chubby cheeks. "He's so perfect." she managed after a moment, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.