Authors Note: Sorry Cloud is in his undies later on, he insisted on being dressed in his undies for the scene so there we go… I meant for this chapter to be much longer and to finish much later but I thought a break here would do well and I’ll finish the next chapter where I meant to finish this one so sorry if it’s a little shorter than you hoped.
Cloud woke up early the next morning to Daisy’s cry.
“I’ll go.” He said as Moon rolled over sleepily in bed. After a nappy change he took Daisy into Moon for a feed. “I can’t believe how tiny she is.” He said. “Look at her little fingers.”
“Mmmmm.” Moon smiled at the tiny bundle in her arms.
“How are you feeling?” Cloud asked her.
“Tired, but I guess that’s to be expected. I did give birth to our baby.”
“You sure did!” Cloud kissed her. “Can I get you anything?”
“Will you be all right if I drop into work for a few hours?” He asked. “I just want to get some work done on that fire engine, I won’t be long.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“A few hours to spend with our precious Daisy all to myself? Of course I’ll be fine.”
“Well, I won’t be long! Here, let me put Daisy back in her crib then I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
“Just a bit of toast, I’m not that hungry.”
Cloud took Daisy back to her crib then went into the kitchen. He soon returned with some toast for Moon.
“I’ll cook us both something nice for a late lunch if you like.”
“Oh, I thought I’d give Glace a ring. We’ve been gardening together when you’re at work. She promised to come round and cook us both dinner when the baby was born. Don’t rush back, I’ll just have something light for lunch. Glace is one hell of a cook!”
“Well, I’ll see you this afternoon anyway!”
“I love you.” Cloud bent down and kissed her then headed off to work.
The fire engine was in a bit of a state, but some hard work got it back in order. Just in time too, because just as he finished the alarm rang through the station.
“Where’s the fire?” He called as his colleagues ran round like chooks with their heads cut off
“No fire!” His boss called back. “Massive emergency, some kids caught in a bio-sphere failure. I’ll take the other truck, you take that one. I know you’re still on leave but we need you on this one!”
“I’m on it!” Cloud called back. They all scrambled in the trucks and cloud had just set off when he remembered he’d left his mobile on the work bench.
“It’s the generator.” One of his colleagues was saying. “There’s fresh water there the kids like to swim in but when the bio-sphere failed the generator sealed itself and the temperature inside is plummeting. They’ll freeze to death.” No time to go back for his phone— lives were at stake.
They soon arrived at the generator and Cloud helped break inside and as they broke through the barrier a rush of sims came pouring out.
“There’s a kid trapped in there!” The lady who had been supervising them all gasped out. “I tried but—” Cloud was n before she could finish her sentence. The others were working on repairing the generator but in the meantime the temperature was still dropping— and fast. If he didn’t find this kid soon…
“Hello?” He called out.
His voice echoed back.
He shone his touch around and to his left heard a small movement. He made his way towards it and, sure enough, a small figure was trapped. It was the work of moments to scoop the boy up and carry him out but it made Cloud a hero. His boss clapped him n the back.
“You get yourself back home to that wife and daughter of yours.” He said. “Oh, and consider yourself promoted.”
Cloud grinned. “Thanks. Oh, I left my mobile at the station, on the workbench. Can you keep it safe for me? I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”
“Anything for you!”
Cloud went home in high spirits. He walked through the door at three that afternoon ready to tell Moon dramatic tales of heroism to explain why he was a little late.
He stopped dead.
Moon. His moon was on the floor… lying… lying in…
“Moon!” He screamed. He rushed towards her. Had she fallen? He reached for his mobile to call for help then remembered he didn’t have it and besides, who would he call? “Moon!” He pulled her head up onto his lap. She was hurt… it was his fault… if he hadn’t have gone to the station… if only he hadn’t… if she was hurt… Moon…
He knelt down and cradled her head in his lap. Her head was so heavy. Why was her head so heavy? He shook her shoulder.
“Moon! Moon! MOON!” His face was wet. Why was his face wet? Moon didn’t stir. She didn’t blink. She didn’t breathe. He touched her face. It was cold. This wasn’t his Moon River.
Cloud leapt to his feet. “Moon! Where are you?” He called out. She was here, somewhere, here, he knew. He left her here. His Moon river. His chest was tight. Why was is chest tight? The world didn’t look right. The world wasn’t right. “Moon!” He called. He rubbed his eyes to clear them but though his hand came away wet it made no difference. “Moon River! I love you! I’ll find you… Moon..” The world around him swayed and darkness came.
The edge of his consciousness felt arms around him then a soft pillow under his head. Somewhere a lilting voice sang a lullaby.
“Moon…” He murmured before he gave in to the darkness once more.