His Mafia Princess - J.H

Chapter 97

Mirriella pov

We both stopped laughing and watched as she walked further into the room with a solemn look on her face. She cleared her throat and stood next to me so she was facing bit me and Jaden.

"Miss Adams, we checked over your files and after examination, we have come to the conclusion that the reason you were bleeding so much and are still in immense amounts of pain is because your son died, and in doing so, he trapped a nerve, causing the pain."

My son.

"We think that the prominent reason of your sons death was due to your stress levels. They were exceedingly high when you came in and had been for quite a while. The most logical reason was that your stress levels stressed out the baby, and your son ended up having a heart attack and couldn't cope with it. I am very sorry for your loss." She recited.

My son.

Our son.

I killed our son because I didn't listen to him when he told me to calm down.

My vision went blurry as I watched her walk out of the room. I looked over to Jaden to see him with his head down. His shoulders were moving up and down as his chest contracted every so often, so I could tell he was crying.

"I-I'm sorry Jae. I really am." I cried out.

He didn't say anything or lift his head. He did squeeze my hand tighter, but I didn't know what that meant at this very moment. We were both just sat there, crying and sobbing over the loss of our child. Our son.

Soon Remi and Stefan had come back. I could tell almost immediately by the look on Remi's face that she knew what happened. I watched as she whispered something to Stefan and he nodded. He walked over to Jaden and whispered something to him. Almost in and instant, Jaden had let go of my hand and left the room. Stefan followed after him, leaving just me and Remi in the room.

"W-where are they going?" I asked her. I wasn't verbally crying anymore. There were still tears rushing down my face, but I wasn't crying properly.

"They've just gone to try and get Jaden to process what he's been told. He's angry and upset and is going to be looking for someone to blame." She explained as she took his place on the chair and held my hand.

"He's going to blame me." I was prepared for him to blame me. I am the reason our son is dead. I stressed myself out too much and in turn I killed my baby.

"That's why Stefan took him out. To make sure that he doesn't blame you because it's not your fault. I'm so sorry you lost your baby." She sympathised.

"I just wanna go home." Home.

"Okay. I'll go get you discharged and we can go home." She said as she stood up and walked out of the room.

I just wanna go home.

She came back in the room and passed me a pair of sweatpants. I put them on and then also put on the hoodie she gave me. I put on the sliders she gave me and stood up. I was in too much emotional pain to even care about the physical pain anymore. It became apparent to me very quickly that Jaden and Stefan had taken the car we came in, so I was going to be going back in Remi's car.

The drive home was dead silent. Not even the radio was turned on. All you could hear was the sound of the wheels rolling against the road and the odd pebble hitting the body of the car every now and then.

We pulled up at the house and everything was quiet. The dogs weren't here. Louie wasn't even here. There wasn't a single sound that echoed through the whole house and it was unsettling.

"Where's Louie?" I asked her, trying to distract myself.

"Him and the dogs have gone to stay with Jaden's aunt for the time being. They'll probably be back by the end of the week." She explained. "Mirri, you should go up and wash. You'll feel better after a shower." She suggested as she put the bags down by the door.

"I can't stand up long enough to have a shower." I answered numbly as I turned to her.

"Then I'll help you."

And that's exactly what she did. She took me up into my old room, presumably because there was still blood on our one, and helped me wash. She washed my hair and washed off any bits of remaining blood.

She helped me get out of the water before leaving so that I could get dressed. Once I had done that she came back in braided my hair so that it was off my face. That's something Jaden had been doing every time I wash my hair now. He'll sit and braid my hair while talking to me about anything and everything that comes to his mind.

She finished braiding my hair and helped me make my way over to the bed. She pulled back the covers and helped me lay back. She gave me a half smile before kissing my forehead and leaving the room.

I tried to sleep but I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I could've or should've done to prevent this from happening. If only I had just calmed down when Jaden told me to this wouldn't have happened. If only I had told him about the pain sooner then we would've been able to see what's wrong. If only I didn't blame him for being so scared of him. I should've blamed the alcohol. Not him. But I didn't. I blamed him and stressed myself out too much and killed my baby. Our baby. I won't hate him if he blames me. I blame me. If he needs someone to blame, I will happily take it.

I just wanna go home.