Lamelo ball imagines

wishing everything was different

Sorry for these slow updates but I promise to be more active next week💛.
This imagine deals with miscarriage so if this is a trigger or anything too you skip over it 🖤.
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Y/n pov:

I watched as the raindrops raced down the window in the car as I laid my head back on the seat.

Melo put his hand on my thigh and I looked at him giving him a weak smile and I could tell he was hurting right now also.

Once melo pulled into our driveway he helped me out the car and helped me inside and I finally could relax in my own home and mourn in peace.

"Im going to go pick up kiya from your mom house." He said kissing my forehead.

"Okay." I said and walked up the steps and going inside my room.

I kicked off my shoes and laid on the bed and looked beside me to see a ultrasound. I bit my lip as I tried my best not to cry at the moment so I just walked out the room.

I went inside the nursery and looked at the walls and everything and fell to my knees.

It's all my fault that the baby didn't make it and I feel so horrible and as much as melo wanted a son, I took that from him.

All I could think bout was how the doctor said if we tried again it would be a very risky pregnancy for both me and the baby.

I wiped my eyes and looked at the pictures of the ultrasound and our maternity shoot that we had.

I feel so bad knowing that kiya won't have a little brother now and that I took that from her.

I heard the door open downstairs and I wiped my face before leaving out of the room and going downstairs.

"Mommy." Kiya said running to me with her small hands in the air.

I picked her up as she laughed as I spun her around.

"I missed your cuddles." I said to her as she kissing my forehead.

I set her down as melo came in the house with some of my favorite things and I smiled at him.

"Have you been crying?" He asked me as I shook my head no.

"Y/n don't lie cause your eye are puffy and red." He said coming over to me and wrapping his arms around me.

I instantly broke down in his arms and cried as he rubbed my back and whispered sweet things to me.

"Y/n stop blaming yourself it wasn't your fault that our son didn't make it." He said rubbing my back.

" it is I could have done something different with my pregnancy and he would have made it." I said crying still.

"We are okay with the one child we have and we don't know what the future holds for us...we could look into other options for kids but stop blaming yourself." He said as I continued to cry.

"Shhh." Melo said as he laid with me on the couch.

I soon fell asleep in his arms but still wishing everything was different.
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Don't know how I feel about this one.

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