I lift my hand from the warm embrace of my bed, holding it out for my son to take. He looks at me with wide eyes, doe eyes, so innocent and scared. He doesn’t know what to do seeing me like this, just a shell of what I was.
“Charlie… Can you take my hand sweetie?” I ask softly, barely able to speak. He steps towards the bed, his father giving him a light push of reassurance.
“Mommy…” He gently puts his hand in mine, so small in comparison. “Are you going to get better soon?”
“…I don’t know honey. I might but…” I look him in the eyes, searching for the right thing to say. “If I don’t, promise me you’ll take care of daddy for me?”
He nods after a moment, glancing at dad before looking back at me. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
“Charl-” I cut my husband off, giving Charlie a big smile.
“Of course you can baby. You can stay here all night.”
I watch him carefully climb into the the small bed, pulling back the covers so he can burrow in beside me. His little arm wraps around my chest, his head resting on my shoulder.
“I love you mommy.” He hides his face in my neck, letting out a hiccup as he begins to cry. “Please try to get better.”
“I will baby… Promise.”