Joel couldn’t believe it. He’d lost his baby once and now he was loosing you. He was hunched over your lifeless body, hands on your chest as he desperately tries to jumpstart your heart back to life. He’s not breathing, borrow and fear in his face and he can’t bear to tear his face away from yours, watching for the slightest incline in Breath as his hands slam down.

After what felt like hours you gasp and splutter out water and he exhales. Tears are quick to follow as he gathers you up in his arms and ricks you slowly “I’ve got you babygirl I gotchu” he’s whispering it but he’s reassuring himself more than you, his fingers curling in your wet hair to reaffirm to himself you’re alive, your shallow breaths hitting his neck softly.