Emma's POV
~ December 25th ~

"Did you all have a good Christmas?" I sat down beside Henry and Liam with Sophie wrapped around my waist. Sophie nodded, slowly beginning to understand what I was saying.

"I guess it was okay." Henry and Liam sulked and I knew why. First Christmas without their step dad/brother. I felt their pain too. I couldn't remember life without Killian, and Christmas in our home was always a fun time of the year. But this year didn't seem the same.

"Look I know your hurting, but let's try to spend the last hours of Christmas Day in good form, okay?" I tried to get through to them in hopes it will show results. So we decided to do our Christmas tradition of walking around Central Park with the dogs.

Halfway through the walk, we decided to sit down and relax and warm up with out hot chocolates. I placed Sophie's pram beside me and put on the brake. I then went to find a stick that Henry and Liam could throw for Scarlet and Ella. But when I sat back on the bench, Sophie's pram was empty.

"Henry...where is Sophie?"

No answer

Henry and Liam had disappeared too.

"Henry? Liam? Sophie!!"

Beep Beep Beep Beep

My eyes flickered open as I was greeted by my alarm clock waking me up. I noticed the time and the date and sighed at the fact of leaving my warm bed in place for the cold winters weather. It was 6:30am and I had to bring the remainder of the Christmas presents down to the tree. I had been home for the past week, Buying the last minute presents because I hadn't done much as I had spent all my time at the hospital. Throughout the week I have been popping up to the hospital to visit Killian and spend some time.

It's been almost four months and Killian still has not woken up. The doctors are going to assess him after the new year and if they feel like he isn't waking up anytime soon they are going to do more test and if they come back positive he's going to be pronounced in a coma. It's broke my heart really, knowing he could be in a coma. The impact from the bullet in his skull could have done multiple things to his brain, God knows what.

Also no one knows how long a coma could last for. Days, weeks, months, even years. I didn't want Killian to miss out on Sophie's first steps. He already had missed out on her first word, Mama. I dread the day that she learns the word 'Dada' from the likes of Henry or Liam.

I had gone overboard this year. I felt like I needed to because I hadn't been paying attention to the kids much the past few months because of the whole Jack and Helen business. I know that presents won't make up for lost time together but maybe it can show how much I love them in another way.

It took me about an hour to take all the presents downstairs because I was doing it on my own this year. For the last two years I had Killian and after that it was only me and Henry. Things had changed. But I couldn't figure out if it was for the better or not.

Eventually I woke up the kids and I lifted Sophie from her crib. We all walked downstairs together and gathered around the tree to open some presents. Henry and Liam helped with Sophie to open her presents and Sophie tried to help them too. Because it was her first Christmas, she had her cute 'My first Christmas' pyjamas on and we all had Santa hats.

After opening a few presents, we all headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Sophie had her usual, Porridge and me and the boys made pancakes with Nutella and hot choco with cinnamon. Not the healthiest breakfast, but it was Christmas after all. When we all finished the boys offered to wash the dishes as I fed Sophie the rest of her porridge beause she had made a mess. I wiped her face and hands clean and then we headed over to the fireplace to look at our stockings.

Sophie got a bunch of teething toys so I opened a few for her to play with and the boys got the usual bits and bobs and lots of candy. Then we all opened the remainder of our gifts.

"Mom, me and Liam got you something." Henry sits beside me and hands me a box. It was small but had lovely, fancy packaging. "For me? Boys you didnt have to." I began to explain. "No, we wanted to get you something. You've been through a lot this year and it's the least we could do. So hurry up! Open it!" Liam explains. I smile at them both and began to pull off the gold ribbon that was wrapped around the box. I then took off the wrapping paper and a black silk box was beneath.

I slowly opened the box and my eyes couldn't believe what they saw. Inside was a stunning pair of diamond earrings that looked identical to my w doing ring. They looked so expensive and I smiled the biggest smile I had in a long time.

"Boys! This is too much! This must have cost you a fortune." I was in complete awe. I hugged them tight and kissed both their foreheads. "We have been saving since before Halloween. We really wanted to put an effort in." Henry smiled at me. "Thank you so much. You are both so amazing. I love you all." I hugged them again and cherished the moment.

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"You sure your okay with babysitting on Christmas Day? I mean, I'm pretty sure you and Philip want to spend time together?" I explained to Lily. Her boyfriend Philip of three months was with her and she offered to mind the kids again whilst I went to the hospital.

"Emma, I'm positive. I'm sure you dont want to leave Killian alone on Christmas Day?" She asked. It was true. I couldn't stand the thought of him being alone even for a few hours. It haunted me. "I'll be quick. I just want to see how he's doing." I grabbed my coat and scarf and went to head out the door. "Emma, take as long as you need." Lily hugged me and I said goodbye to everyone before hopping into my bug once more.

The hospital was decorated for Christmas to liven up the place. It most certainly didn't liven me up, just gave me bad memories. I had a bunch of flowers in my hand (again) and a Christmas card for Killian's room. Though I didn't even make it through the door.

"Mrs. Jones?" I turn around just as my free hand reaches for the door handle. Killian's doctor, stood behind me with a devestating look on his face. "Oh hey, is everything alright?" I ask. I crossed my fingers as he guided me to seats out in the hallway. He sat facing me and looked down at the ground then at me again.

"Mrs. Jones. I'm afraid I must break news to you. Your husband, Mr. Killian Jones, was pronounced in a coma earlier today. He has hardly any brain activity and they've hooked him up to life support. I'm so so so sorry." All I heard was coma and life support. I didn't want to hear the rest. I mean, who would? I've just been told that my husbands 99.9% chance of dying had increased. He didn't have much of a percentage left.

After a few apologies and sorting things out with the hospital staff. I was finally able to go into his room and replace the flowers for the new ones. I placed his card on his beside cabinet along with the many others he had. All his gifts from the past four months had piled up and I keep forgetting to lift them and bring them home. There were more machines in the room that made more noises and looked a lot scarier.

I wasn't thinking straight anymore and I kept repeating those three words in my head.

Coma, life support, Coma, life support, Coma, life support.....

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