It's Nice To Have A Friend

39) Please Don't Hate Me

Content Warning: This chapter might be emotional for people. It includes conversations and or descriptions about pregnancy/miscarriage. Please always be careful reading if that's a hard topic for you to be confronted with.

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FP had come home from work a little later than Fred and Mary, and quickly changed into something more comfortable for the night, before he made his way over across the hall. He appreciated how they always managed to cook something nice, especially since he was terrible in the kitchen. It was because of Mary (and now Poppy too) that he got fed very well.

Knowing he was about to receive another tasteful meal, he happily greeted his friends, who were hanging around in the living room while Mary and Poppy cooked together.

"Where's Alice?" He looked around the living room, but failed to spot her. It were just Fred and Hermione looking at something on her phone.

"I just called her, she was in her bedroom. I think she's a little under the weather." Mary said, looking up from the kitchen.

FP walked towards her bedroom, wanting to see what she was doing before dinner, guessing she was reading one of her books and lost track of time. He carefully knocked on her door and poked his head inside.

"Hey, are you coming to dinner?" He gave her a warm smile.

Alice turned around with all the energy she had in herself, and somehow managed to muster up the courage to look at FP, no matter the heavy pit in her stomach. Her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes were bloodshot red.

"What's going on?" His face softened as he looked at her, and he walked into the bedroom while carefully closing the door behind him.

What followed were the words FP was deeply afraid to hear, confirming the gut feeling that he had the second he saw her eyes. He didn't want for it to be true, but she didn't even have to say anything for him to know. Still, she had to.

"I lost our baby." She croaked.

"What?" FP whispered in total belief, not wanting to believe what she was saying.

"No, no, no.... it can't be, please tell me it's not true." His voice broke and he walked over to the bed, to slowly sit down on the edge.

His teary eyes met her red stained ones, and he tried to look for a sign that this was all some cruel joke, but it wasn't there.

"I'm so sorry, FP." Alice cried quietly, having no idea where her tears started and ended.

"We lost our baby?" He asked emotionally, his first tears falling too.

Alice nodded, before bursting out in sobs. She hid her face into her hands, wanting to disappear forever so she wouldn't have to deal with her pain and the pain she felt like she was causing FP. He deserved better, she thought, better than she would ever be able to give him.

"Ssssh, come here." He pulled her into his arms and tightly held onto her, knowing they both needed that more than anything.

"I'm here, I promise. I've got you." He whispered lovingly, the sound of her cries going like a knife through his heart.

"Please don't hate me." Alice sobbed, as she shocked in his hold.

"Hate you? Why would I? This is not your fault, Al." FP softly pulled back and placed his hands on her shoulders, so he could properly look at her.

"Maybe I wasn't careful enough. I knew something was wrong and I kept on ignoring it and now—" Alice began to ramble, and FP knew she was going down the spiral of blaming herself, which he wasn't going to allow. Not now, not ever.