A/N~This was requested by Kyleighann328, I hope you and everyone else likes it.

TW~Death, depression, grieving, breakdown, hospitals.

Y/N's POV

Me and Carrington have been apart for a while now, which isn't something we wanted but it's because my mother has been ill and the doctor says that her survival rate is slowly decreasing.

I call Carrington everyday to give him updates and after hanging up, he can always tell I get more scared and sad each day.

I'm currently sitting with my mother as she lays in the hospital bed, oxygen mask over her nose and mouth with wires and IVs surrounding her.

There's a knock on the door, showing the doctor there.

"Y/N, can you come out for a moment, we just need to do some checks." I nod, stepping out, only to see Carrington there.

I run to him, jumping into his arms, my arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"Hey." He whispers, kissing my head and rubbing my back.

"S-She's so sick Carrington, she's not even gonna make it to my birthday." I sob, his shirt becoming a bit damp due to my crying.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay pup, we're here for her and when she goes, I'm gonna be with you through the whole thing, I promise you that. She's gonna be better and safer up there, not in pain anymore." He reassures, rubbing my back, setting my down on my feet.

"Y-yeah, I guess so. B-but she's my mom, i-i need her." I state, my mom was always my hero and my idol, and to lose her would put a hole in my heart that could never be filled.

"I know, I know. But you're strong yeah? My strong, beautiful girl and we're gonna get through this." He says, wiping my tears and I nod, as he takes my hand leading me back into the room, since the doctor allowed us back in.

"Oh, Carrington, lovely to see you again." My mom whispers, her voice gravely and dry as Carrington leans down to hug her.

"It's nice to see you too, how are you holding up?" He replies, sitting beside me on the chairs.

"Oh, don't worry about me, I'm fine." He reassures, it breaks my heart to know she's trying to be strong, when really she's in pain and depressed about being in hospital.

"Y/N...I want to give you something for your early birthday." She says weakly, since it's said she won't make it to my 23rd birthday.

"Y-yeah?" I ask, my voice breaking.

She points to her bag on the other chair beside her bed and I get up opening it, finding a neatly wrapped box. I pick it up and return to my seat next to her beside.

"You can open it." She replies, so I quickly wipe my tears and open the box, revealing a key.

"I-is this what I think it is?" I ask, my voice trembling as Carrington inspects the key. The key is for a beach house she bought and renovated with the help of me and Carrington, before she got sick.

"Yeah, you and Carrington can move in there if you want, since you two loved the house and beach a lot." She wasn't wrong, I always imagined cute beach dates and maybe one day our future children running along finding seashells as me and Carrington lay on the sand, only for the kids to dump water on us or jump on us.

"Thank you, so much." Carrington says, gently hugging her again, as I follow after.

2 Weeks Later

"Come on Y/N, let's get you up for a walk on the beach?" Carrington asks, sitting on the bed beside me.

My mom passed in her sleep a few days ago and we finally moved into the beach house last week. The depression and emotions have hit be hard, causing me to struggling with doing day to day activities.

"I don't want to." I mumble, hugging the pillow, as he slowly rubs my back.

"I know you don't pup, and I know it's hard, but your mom wouldn't want you upset, she'd want us to live happily here and all this depression and stress isn't good for the baby." He replies, putting his hand on my stomach, which hasn't got a bump yet. We found out I was pregnant last Friday after moving in on that day, but Carrington was right, mom wouldn't want me living like this.

"Okay." I say and Carrington leans down to kiss my forehead, helping me up.

"Wanna take a picnic, or we can just take a small walk, it's up to you Y/N." He suggests and I think I just want to slowly ease myself back into a normal lifestyle again.

"Maybe just a small walk." I decide, putting on my shoes and putting my hair up, trying to be productive for the first time.

"That's okay, we can walk until you wanna come back here and if you get any morning sickness you tell me okay?" He asks, making me nod I understanding, as I take his hand walking to the beach, feeling the nice sea breeze on my skin.

We walk in a comfortable silence, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand, occasionally bringing my hand up to kiss it, letting me know that he's still there for me.

I stop walking around halfway into the walk, making Carrington stop to look at me.

"Hey, what's wrong, do you feel sick?" He asks, taking my shoulders into his hands.

I shake my head, leaning into him and crying, I haven't cried since my mom died, so I think that I bottled everything up too much and now I reached the breaking point.

"Oh pup, it's okay, let is out." He kisses the top of my head, rubbing my back, as he sits on the sand, guiding me into lap, as I continue to cry.

"I know, I know, but she's not in pain anymore, she's okay, she's watching over us." He whispers, running his fingers through my hair and putting my head on his chest so I can hear his calming heartbeat.

It takes a few minutes before I finally stop crying, as Carrington wipes my tears gently and then kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, picking up sand in my hand and letting it fall through my fingers.

"It's okay, don't say sorry or apologise. You're grieving and that's perfectly normal, you just need some time." He reassures, rubbing my back still.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I reply, relaxing in the comfort of his arms.

We sit on the beach for a while, having the calming atmosphere of waves crashing and the sand between my fingers.

I look up to the sky, hoping my mother is watching down on us proudly, I still wish she was here, but I know she'll be in mine and Carrington's hearts wherever we are.