Baby, Join me in Death...

HAPPY ENDING

She curled up under the covers, after i put her to bed. I made sure she was asleep before i went downstairs and collapsed in an armchair. Being a single father and a internationally famous musician was taking it out of me. Time to myself, to relax, was a rare gift. Still, i wouldn't give it up, not for the whole world. Well, maybe for one thing. Him. First a fan. Then a friend. Then a best friend, a lover, then a husband. He was my world, and before long we found out we were having a baby, a girl, my daughter, Lily. It was perfect, two week's of bliss before it all happened. He disappeared. At first, i thought that he may have run away. But he wouldn't do that. Not my Bammie. Would he? For day's i panicked, called everyone i knew, everyone he knew, but alas, nothing. But then the police found it. His precious Lambo, the windows smashed it, blood on the front seat. "He's been kidnapped," they said. But they found nothing. No clues, no suspects, no motive. "Be prepared for the worst," they said, a week later. And i did. I let people tell me that my Bammie was dead, and that he was never coming back. They told me to move on, to get on with my life. But i couldn't. Not without him. That was two years ago, my life is back on track, but i refuse to move on, i refuse to believe that my Bammie was dead. I let people tell me that he was, but i didn't believe it. I would feel it. I know i would. As i began to drift off, there was a knock on the door. Stumbling to my feet, i answered, and i was meet with a pair of deep blue eyes.
"Bammie?" i asked. And it was him. My Bammie. He began to cry as i wrapped my arm's around him. I noticed he was thin, weak, covered in scar's and bruises. I lead him inside, sat him down, wrapped him up warm.
"I can't believe it's you. They told me you'd been kidnapped. Then they told me you were dead." i said.
"I was kidnapped. It was a fan. She was obsessed with me, believed we were meant to be together. She threw a brick through the window of the Lambo, and knocked me out. For the last two year's, she's kept me captive. There was something wrong with her, mentally. She believed i loved her. I escaped when she went out with her friends. I was so scared Ville, so scared," he sobbed. I cradled him in my arms, told him i loved him, and that she, whoever she was, was never going to get him again.
"I want you to meet someone," i said. I took his hand, lead him upstairs and into Lily's room.
"Lily..." he whispered, going over to her. He stroked her cheek softly with his thumb.
"I tell her about you every day. I never gave up on you Bammie. Not once." I said, tears escaping my own eye's. Bam came over and wrapped his arm's around me, i returned the hug, and we shared our first kiss since his return, before i took him to my - OUR - room, and made him feel like MY Bammie again.

Lily knew him in an instant the next morning. She ran into his arms, with a cry of "Bammie's home!" as if he had only been gone a week. But from then on, it was like he had been. Thing's went back to normal. We had more children. Renewed our wedding vow's. Had grandchildren, great grandchildren, before i passed away peacefully in his arms one cold winter's morning, at the age of 83. He died, less than a year later, of heartbreak, our daughter Lily by his side. I could never be without my Bammie long. Not even in death.


SAD ENDING

She curled up under the covers, after i put her to bed. I made sure she was asleep before i went downstairs and collapsed in an armchair. Being a single father and a internationally famous musician was taking it out of me. Time to myself, to relax, was a rare gift. Still, i wouldn't give it up, not for the whole world. Well, maybe for one thing. Him. First a fan. Then a friend. Then a best friend, a lover, then a husband. He was my world, and before long we found out we were having a baby, a girl, my daughter, Lily. It was perfect, two week's of bliss before it all happened. He disappeared. At first, i thought that he may have run away. But he wouldn't do that. Not my Bammie. Would he? For day's i panicked, called everyone i knew, everyone he knew, but alas, nothing. But then the police found it. His precious Lambo, the windows smashed it, blood on the front seat. "He's been kidnapped," they said. But they found nothing. No clues, no suspects, no motive. "Be prepared for the worst," they said, a week later. And i did. I let people tell me that my Bammie was dead, and that he was never coming back. They told me to move on, to get on with my life. But i couldn't. Not without him. That was two years ago, my life is back on track, but i refuse to move on, i refuse to believe that my Bammie was dead. I let people tell me that he was, but i didn't believe it. I would feel it. I know i would. As i began to drift off, there was a knock on the door. Stumbling to my feet, i answered, and i was meet with a pair of deep blue eyes.
"Bammie?" i asked. But no. A police officer.
"No. I'm afraid not. Mr Margera-Valo, i believe we have found your husbands body, we need you to indentify it." With a nod and the request of a baby-sitter, i went. Walking down the long white corridor to the morgue, my heart beat grew faster and faster, until i believed it would rip out of my chest. Under a white sheet, a body lay. "Not long dead," they said. "Still recognisable," As if that would help. It didn't. Shaking with nerves, i asked them to remove the sheet. And there he was. My Bammie. Dead. I collapsed onto the floor in tears, unable to bring myself to look at him any longer.
"Its him," i sobbed. "My Bammie. He's dead, he's gone..." My words barely recognisable after that. They lead me home, and i sobbed into Lily's shoulder. Told her the truth. She always knew when i was lying. She cried too, despite being just 2, despite not knowing him. She held me tight and told be everything was going to be okay. She's such a sweetheart, but i couldn't believe her. Not with my Bammie gone. After she slept again, i wrote her a note. I told her how much i loved her. Then i wrote one to be opened on her 16th and her 18th birthday, one for her wedding day, and one for the day her first child was born. Each bore a similar message. Telling her that i was sorry, that i loved her and that no matter what, i would always be there for her. Then i took her to my mother-in-law's. Told April to take care of her, to tell my daughter that i loved her and that nothing that had happened was her fault. April nodded. She understood, but she still cried. I did too, but i knew i had to join my Bammie, even in death. Not even an hour later, i was with him again. I lay dead at the bottom of the local river, but happy.
Together, My Bammie and i watched our daughter grow into a fine young woman. She was strong, she kept on going even when she got my letters and broke down. But she wasn't strong enough. She got cancer, but she couldn't fight it. She died, oddly enough, at the exact same age that i did. 33 years, 1 month. She joined Bammie and i, and we were together again, as a family, just like we should have been.