Mi Cielo (A Bruno Madrigal X Fem!OC) - Complete

11: Little Moon

A/N

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

This chapter touches on loss. Sorry to post sad on Christmas but it's just where it fell in the post schedule...

Also, double post day. Merry Christmas and Blessed Yuletide.

~Author-sama

"Mariposa," Bruno smiled as he came through the door. "I thought of a name and symbol.

I smiled as I set down my work. "Yeah?"

Bruno grabbed my fabric marker and a scrap from my scraps basket. He drew a crescent moon on the scrap. "For a boy, Lucian. For a girl, Luna."

I passed him an unthreaded needle and slipped the scrap in my pocket. "Put it on the candle."

~~~

I woke with a yelp to a sharp pain in my stomach as though I'd been stabbed while the moon was still high in the sky.

Bruno jumped up suddenly. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't answer as I doubled over in pain.

My door burst open to Rosa in her nightgown. "Mariposa!"

"Get my sister!" Bruno yelled to her. "It'll be okay, Mariposa."

Through the pain, I couldn't answer tell him that I didn't believe that for half a second. Not even from him.

~~~

"I'm sorry, Mariposa," Julieta said sadly as I finished the arepa. "I don't know if I got here soon enough to-"

"Don't say it." I stopped her. "I know..."

"Mariposa..." Bruno set his hand on my lap. "What do you want to do?"

I looked into Bruno's eyes. He was asking if I wanted to be sure about what I'd thought had happened. I sighed. "Yes."

Bruno gave a quick nod and took my hands. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His eyes glowed a bright green as figures in matching green swirled around us.

In the green figures I saw Bruno and I. We were at the candle alter by the window. Bruno picked up the candle with a moon carved into the side and tears fell down his face. Tears falling down my own face, I blew out the candle and sobbed into Bruno's shoulder. The vision faded into Bruno's hand, forming a thin green pane of glass depicting us crying over the candle.

I wiped tears from my cheeks as I released my husband's hands, not caring about the disaster our room had become from the vision. I set a hand on my stomach. The life that had been there was gone now. I closed my eyes for a moment. "Bruno..."

"Yes, Mariposa?" Bruno asked sadly staring at the prophecy in his hand.

"Let's take the candle down."

~~~

I wiped tears again before we opened the Casita door.

Bruno turned to me. "We don't have to see mama yet."

I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm as ready as I can be."

"Are you sure?" Bruno asked.

In reply, I knocked on the door.

Alma opened the door and her eyebrows quirked. "I don't see a little one."

No one had put it so bluntly. There would be no baby for me this time. Four months with no child to show. Four months of planning and dreaming of a life for an unborn child, all for nothing. Having heard those words I'd expected and dreaded all at once, I broke.

I didn't bother to try to hold back my sobs. My crutches fell and I would have too if not for Casita catching me. I'd planned on putting on a brave face to my mother in law, trying to show her that it didn't matter what she said to me, I was worth more than I seemed because I was stronger than her. But in just six little words, those plans had disappeared.

Alma knelt beside me. "Mariposa..." She sighed. "I'm sorry. Come in. Julieta has nearly finished cooking." She offered a hand to help me up.

I took it.

She wiped tears from my face only for them to be replaced with more. "Come inside."

A/N

Ages: Mariposa - 23

Bruno - 21