Daniel Seavey Imagines

miscarriage-edited 2023

um this one is really sad so just skip it if you're depressed. or don't, if you want a reason to be sad

TW: miscarriage and blood

"how're you feeling?" daniel saunters into the room with a giant smile on his face, the glow of excitement emanating his features. 

"good," i smile, a hand running down to rest on the little bump that's my stomach. 

it's a miracle that the bump is even there right now. 

negative test after another, i was ready to give up. 

stuff like this really takes a toll on people's mental health. i was ready for a baby, and i wanted one so badly. 

and i already knew daniel was going to be the best father there ever was. 

the problem was that i couldn't give him a child. 

"we'll try again," he would murmur, trying to comfort me as i cried in the bathroom, the stupid stick only having one line after trying for years. his determination never wavered, but i was so close to giving up. 

nothing could fill the constant emptiness i would feel, the emptiness that could only be filled with a child. 

"i don't understand," i would sob, and daniel would just watch me with sadness, knowing that he couldn't do anything to fix this. 

"maybe it's me, y/n," he would whisper. "it might not be you," 

but i knew it wasn't his fault. we had been to the doctor several times, and each one confirmed that daniel had no problems. 

it was me. 

i was a mother without a child. 

but now, i'm a mother who's almost at her due date. 

daniel leans down and gives me a kiss, and my heart is so full i can't help but smile. "you're beautiful," he whispers to me, and the love i feel for him is reflected off his eyes. 

"so are you," i volley, but before he can respond, i remember i forgot to show him something. "oh! i forgot to tell you!" i stand up off the couch with effort, grunting. he laughs at me, and i give him a glare before grabbing his hand and waddling up the stairs, daniel traveling close behind me. 

i open the door to the nursery, flick on the lights as i nearly vibrate with excitement. i watch his face soften with surprise, then with concern. "you did that all by yourself?" he turns to me, a stern look on his face. "you're about to have a baby, y/n. i don't want you to get hurt." 

"oh, relax. all i did was paint the room, daniel." i gesture to the light yellow walls, a color we agreed on beforehand. 

"but what about the toxins?" he deadpans, raising an eyebrow. 

"i don't think you know what you're saying." i retort, crossing my arms. "i called the doctor beforehand if it was okay." 

he nods, and then his face turns back to a pleased expression. "it looks really good, baby. i can't wait to see him walking around in here." 

just the thought puts a soft smile onto my face. "i hope he looks like you." i wrap my arms around daniel's waist, and he immediately returns the hug. 

"i'm pretty handsome, huh?" he grins, and i elbow his rib. 

"you know you are, i tell you that all the ti-" i cut off when a sudden pain stabs my stomach, and i instinctively grab onto it. 

"what?" daniel's smile fades, now being replaced with concern. "are you okay?" 

i try to talk, but the pain increases, and my mouth drops open. "talk to me, y/n." he says, and i look up with him in panic.