"Oh, I know how to feel,
I know that love exists
It's asleep with the fishes down in Atlantis
Oh, my Lord, where's my soul?
How did we end up like this?
Fast asleep with the fishes down in Atlantis"
—Bridgit Mendler

I hadn't moved from bed since I got the news. Luis was reluctant to leave me alone, partly because how excited he was to be an uncle. I'm not gonna lie, that brought a smile to my face. The thought of Luis—a big bad gang leader—handling a child is a tad bit humorous and shocking.

Same goes for Reid.

I can already tell he's going to be an amazing father. With the way he protects and loves me there's no doubting that it'll all be enhanced when a child comes into our lives.

But, that is if he doesn't
push me away.

I glance over to the sleeping Reid. My feet touch the cool tile of the hospital floor but I quickly retract them. I curl and uncurl my toes while I'm having a mental battle. Either way, he has to know . . . he deserves it.

I steadily place my feet on the tile once again and advance to Reid. I sit in the chair right next to his bedside and take his surprisingly warm hand in mine. I caress his knuckles and trace the tattoos on his fingers.

"Hey baby, it's me Meredith," I pause, could he even hear me? "Reid, I'm not sure if you can hear me . . . but I have some really important news to share."

I take a deep breath and rest my head on his shoulder. Stray tears leak from my eyes and land on his bare shoulder and neck.

"Re-Reid, we're gonna be parents," I kiss his pale cheek and let out a whimper, "I'm pregnant."

I was expecting him to have some sort of reaction, like maybe he would suddenly awaken.

Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

I cry for him, for me, and for our future.

"Reid, please wake up! Please, I need you. Our baby needs you," I start to tremble at the thought that he would never wake up; that our baby would never know who his father his because he's in a coma. That their first encounter will be with this little human clutching onto my hand while they stare at their unresponsive father.

"Reid, just give me something . . . anything so I know you're there!" I plead. At this point, Niagara Falls is pouring from my eyes. I clutch his hand in mine as I begin to tremble into my sobs.

     That's when it happens—the slightest pressure in my hand and if I wasn't clutching it I would've missed it.

     It's a sign—he's here, he can hear me.

"That's it baby, I'm here. I felt that!" I slip my body into the bed next to him and run my fingers through his slightly greasy hair. I remember how much he loves when I play with his hair.

"Don't worry I'm not leaving you," I reach up and kiss his chapped lips. I let my lips linger on his a tad bit longer and I hear his heartbeat quicken on the monitor. I'm not sure if it was my doing or just something having to do with his coma, but nonetheless I love that I have that effect on him.

I close my eyes and continue to caress his arm while playing with his hair. I fall asleep knowing that whatever happens, everything will be okay.

LUIS

It hurts my cold, black heart knowing that Meredith feels alone without Reid. Even though she wont admit it out loud, it's crystal clear in her actions.

We'll watch a movie together, and sometimes I catch her staring down at the promise ring Reid's given her. Or, she'll stare at the ceiling as if her last remaining exuberance is plastered in a board.

Regardless, the boys and I are worried about our little gang queen—yes, that's what we call her. No, we aren't at her beck and call and no, she isn't a spoiled little brat (that wasn't an insult to any queens), but she is highly respected and taken care of with us. We can guarantee her safety no matter how hard she tries to deny it. And now, she has a little prince and/or princess in the oven.

We are her brothers, you know, the overprotective big brothers that tell you what to and what not to wear when going out so creepers won't ogle at her appearance. How Reid managed to get past us and impregnate her is news to me. Hell, if I knew that was his plan I would've drugged him and locked him in the basement!

No I'm kidding, I'd get killed.

But you see my point, yeah?

Meredith deserves the world, I know Reid can and will give it to her, but he can't do that when he's in a coma. Meredith is breaking down and any close person to her can see it.

I wish I could just fix everything. Like one snap of my fingers and Reid will be at her bedside with his fingers caressing over their unborn child while their minds retreat into a wanderlust in the future.

Peeking into the room, I can see Meredith cuddled into Reid's side. As I get closer I can visibly see the tears silently falling down her pink cheeks as she sleeps.

Our poor girl has been crying too much lately.