You Can't Save Me Now

It's been three years since he left us, Aidan is growing. And Craig and I fall more in love with each passing day.
I never saw his face again-- well, in person, pictures of us together haunt me. Especially Aidan; who looks exactly like him.
Why did this happen to me? The world, nor I will never know, and it kills me. Yes, I should be over it now, but I'm not. I can't even look at my son without crying or my heartbreaking.
And when I should be happy... I fell nothing but pain... pure, dead, pain.

"Aidan stop that please," Craig said. He got up and picked our now three-year-old son, up off the table.

"Daddy! I want dummies!" Aidan said hugging Craig.

"Gummy bears?" Craig asked.

"Yes!" Aidan yelled.

"Aidan, inside voice please." I said from the couch.

"Sorry mommy,"

"Its okay baby, go get your gummy bears." I said looking down.

"Mommy, are you otay?" Aidan asked, I looked up and saw him at my knees.

"Yeah, I'm fine, mommy just has a migraine... again." I sighed. I kissed him on the forehead, and he gave me a hug.

Before I could hug him back he jumped out of my arms and ran into he kitchen to get his gummy bears. "Well, that was a good way to ruin the moment...," I mumbled.

Craig laughed. "He's crazy about his gummies!"

I smiled. But it soon faded when I realized what I was doing.

"What's wrong babe?" Craig asked sitting next to me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"Its-- I can't even look at my own son without wanting to cry. That's not normal, I feel horrible about it, I love him so much but--"

"Shh.." Craig cut me off. "I know, he looks to much like him but, we can get through this okay?"

"Get through this?" I asked standing up. "When is it going to frigging end?" I ran upstairs to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, then locked it.

"There, its Craig-proof," I mumbled to myself. I sighed and turned around got in the bathtub and fell asleep.