Warning: Talk of Miscarriage, Unplanned pregnancy, Douche bag of an ex (Not Bucky), Mentions of Blood / Bodily fluids, Some swears, Mentions of Nausea.
Word Count: 1,085
Author's Note: This is for all the women who had miscarriages. You are seen, you are heard. I hate that shining a light on miscarriages is taboo. If you don't agree or whatever, you don't to read this. You're responsible for you're own media consumption. // Feedback is always welcome!
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend knocks you up, he claims the baby isn't his. Leaving you along with the baby, you call upon a friend for support.
Y/Ex/N (Your Ex Name.... I think I did that right? idk)
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Sitting on the chilled tile floor, you shut your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you felt the slight tremble of your body. Your heart fell into your stomach as you thought of thousands of different possibilities to thousands of different outcomes.
Leaning further against the tub, you heard your phone pinging. Tears prickled the ends of your eyes as you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Rapidly getting to your knees, you lifted the toilet seat up before emptying the contents of your stomach. Your previously tied up hair becoming useful, once again.
A soft knock sounded through the door. "Y/N?" Bucky's voice called. "Are you alright? Can I come in?" His voice quickly becoming filled with concern.
"No!" You shrieked, taking some toilet paper and wiping your mouth. "Please don't come in here. Everything's fine!" You spoke, flushing the toilet.
With no response from the other side, you made your way towards the sink brushing your teeth. The timer on your phone going off, signalling five minutes have passed. Taking a shaky breath, you returned to your previous spot, leaning against the bath tub.
Glancing at the test between your hands, you weren't prepared for the answer at your fingertips.
Pregnant.
Tears began welling in your eyes, before they streamed down your cheeks. Your stomach began churning again. Clasping a hand over your mouth, you attempted to muffle the sobs that began escape past your lips.
Before you could stop him, the bathroom door opened. Taking in your disheveled appearance on the floor, his heart fell into his stomach. Dropping to his knees beside you, he pulled you in towards his warm embrace. Tucking your head under his chin, he pulled you into his lap as he occupied your previous position leaning against the tub.
Sobs wrecked through your body as you began shaking. Bucky rubbed up and down your back, cooing slightly in your ear. Time had escaped you, as your eyelids began growing heavy.
