Pregnant By My Brother

Chapter 12

Mike's POV;

I sat on the bed, rubbing my tummy. Something is wrong. I knew it is. I haven't felt the baby kick today. Not once. I've bled nearly all day. But I'm too afraid to say or do anything.

I heard the front door open then close. I could hear Vic's soft footsteps rushing up the stairs.

"Hey baby." Vic said, jumping on the bed beside me and kissing my cheek.

I faked a smile. "Hey."

"What's wrong? You look upset."

"It's nothing. Just... my back hurts."

"You're lying. Mikey, tell me."

And that was when I burst into tears. I was terrified. Something was wrong. I knew it. "Vic... something is wrong. Th-the baby..."

"What about the baby?" He asked in concern.

"I haven't felt it kick. I-I've been bleeding today and I-"

"O-oh my god. Mike, we gotta take you to the hospital."

"No!" I said maybe a bit too loud. "I'm scared. I- No. I can't."

"Miley, please. Something might be wrong. Please go for me."

I sighed and wiped my tears. "Okay. L-lets go."

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"I'm sorry, Mr. Fuentes, but you've lost your baby." The doctor said. I gasped and covered my mouth, tears quickly running down my cheeks.

"N-no! I couldn't have! It was just kicking a few days ago. It was alive!"

"I'm sorry. There's nothing you did wrong, it just couldn't make it."

"No!" I yelled. Vic stood up and pulled me in his arms.

"Shhh, darling. It's okay." He cooed my in ear. It wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. I lost my baby.

"No it isn't." I sobbed in my shoulder. "Our baby. Our baby is dead!"

"Mikey, hush." Vic whispered and picked me up, carrying me out of the room as I sobbed loudly.

He sat me in the front seat and jumped into the drivers side. He wiped his own tears that were filling with tears.

After a while of driving back home, I managed to stop crying, even though I had to force myself too.

This was just horrible. Awful. I was so happy and excited about having this baby. And now it's gone.

After we got home I just laid in bed. I felt exhausted. I didn't feel like doing anything. I felt hurt. I felt like something was missing, which it was. I knew something was wrong. But why? Why did this have to happen?

I felt a little worried about Vic considering he had been in the bathroom for more than an hour. I went in to check on him and saw the worst thing I didn't want to see. Vic sitting on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, just crying. It was heartbreaking to see him like that.

"Oh, Vic." I whispered before pulling him into my arms. He held onto me and sobbed.

"Wh-why, Mikey?"

"Hush baby." I whispered in his ear and rubbed his back soothingly. I was on the edge of tears myself.

"It-it's gone, Mikey. It's gone." He sobbed loudly.

"I know." I whispered before I burst into tears myself.

We sat there on the bathroom floor, holding each other and crying until we couldn't cry anymore.