Twisted love (Obsessive boyfriend x reader 2!!)

Misfortune

Regular POV

No.. no no no no..

This has to be a dream..

You sat up after feeling wetness between your legs. The white sheets were stained red and you could feel your heart beating as it ached.

"No.. no.."

The tears fell from your eyes as your head pounded.
A miscarriage?
No.. it can't be..
What's wrong with my body?
What's wrong with our baby??

You looked over at Mire who was sound asleep.
You didn't want to wake him.

You tried to calm yourself down from making to much noise, but you could barely hold it back.
You were shaking..

"Oh no.." You choked back and covered your face.

Mires gonna be so disappointed..

You started bawling your eyes out and you whaled in pain.
"I-It's not fair.." You choked out.

I didn't want this.. I didn't want this.. my baby..
I don't want him to wake up.
Please don't wake up.. I don't want him to see.
I don't want him to see.

"Y/n?" Mire cut the light on and you covered your body with your arms. He rushed to you in a hurry and scooped you up in his arms but you fought back.
"Get away from me!!" You screamed as you cried gripping the sheets.
"Darling are you okay?! Where's the wound???"

You began crying even harder to the point you couldn't reply.
You pushed at him as you tried to get him away.

You didn't want him to see or know.

He was so excited for the baby and your body couldn't even keep it alive.

"S-Stop Mire please.." you begged and he grabbed you and lifted you up bridal style by force.

Mire looked at your underwear and his eyes widened.
"A-Ah darling it's okay.. it's okay.." he started trying to reassure you but you could tell he was panicking himself.
"LET GO!!!" You screamed and hit at his chest but he wouldn't budge.
"It's okay.. It's okay.. It'll be fine.."

Mire held your head to his chest as he stroked your hair.
Your hits began to weaken as you cried into his shoulder and eventually you couldn't do anything but cling to him as he comforted you.

"Let's go to the hospital.." Mire said quietly and your body stiffened.
"I don't.." you started and bit your lip to stop yourself.

You didn't want to be in a public place surround by people in the state you were in.

"You don't want to go? What about the family doctor?"
You nodded and Mire grabbed the keys.

...

The car ride was silent as you looked out the window with sore eyes.
When you finally made it to the doctors place, Mire took you inside and the same doctor who treated your knife wound walked in with pajamas.
He took one look at your bloody legs and his eyes widened.
You began to cry again and Mire scowled at the man.
He gulped and laid you down on a patients table.

The doctor had you change before doing a pelvic exam and ultrasound. When the news came..
It was a miscarriage.

The doctor talked to both you and Mire as you held hands.
"She's young, and not to mention 80% of miscarriages happen during the first pregnancy.. I can guarantee you're not infertile so that's good news.."

The words you were hearing gave you hope yet you were still saddened.
How did Mire see your right now?
Pathetic? Weak?
You were anything but that..

You stared down at your now bloody wedding ring.

Mire squeezed your hand as you both continued to listen to the doctor.

"A mothers grief is unknown to a man.. I'm so sorry you had to experience this Y/n.." the doctor told you and you bit your lip.

"Thank you.."

...

Mire and you were now back in the car and you both were quiet.

You began to overthink.

Was he angry with you?
Disappointed?
Did he not see you as mature or womanly enough?

No woman should have to experience this.. I don't deserve this..

You began tearing up again as you thought about everything you'd been through.

My mother told me I should have children.. this isn't fair.. she's not right..

You bit your lip.

He's upset with me isn't he?
Is he disgusted.. that's why he's not talking to me?
Why'd I have to react like that?
Why'd I have to be so stupid?!

"I-I'm sorry Mire.." You managed to get out as you held back tears.
Mire parked in front of the apartment and rubbed your arm.
"Why are you apologizing to me?"
"Because you really.. we're excited.." You cried and Mire frowned at your words.
"So were you.. darling I'm not sure what you're thinking but I still love you the same.." He picked you up on his lap and you snuggled your head into his shirt.
"I'm sorry.." you let out and Mire shushed you as he held your head to his chest.

...

When you were done crying, you went up the elevator and to the room.
"I'll change the sheets.."
"No!" You yelled at him.
"Darling.." he started but you didn't want to hear it.
"I don't want you to see.." you spat and went in the bedroom.

You took the sheets off in a hurry, not wanting to see them any longer, and threw them away.
As you began changing them, a wave of nausea fell over you and you ran to the bathroom.
You began to vomit and tears streamed down your face.

It's not fair..

You walked back in the room and Mire was finishing making the bed.
"I said.." you started and hot tears streamed down your face. "I said I would do it!!" You yelled at him and he frowned.
"Sweetheart.."
"I don't want to see you.. sleep on the fucking couch!" You screamed angrily and he didn't reply.

Mire walked out the room and you laid in the bed wiping your tears.
You were shaking.
You felt like you were overreacting but you weren't.

You felt sick.

Everything you were doing was justifiable, and no one can feel the pain and frustration like a grieving mother.
After a couple of minutes, you couldn't sleep and got up.
You changed clothes again and walked in the living room.

Mire was laying with his back on the couch, looking at the ceiling.
His arm covered his face as he heard your footsteps.

"Come here.." he told you quietly and you walked over to him biting your lip.
He pulled you down on his chest, and wrapped his arms around you.
"Let it out.." he rubbed your back and that's exactly what you did.

After you had calmed down, you rubbed his chest.
"I'm sorry Mire.. I'm terrible.."
"You're perfect Y/n.." Mire stated and you laid on him comfortably.

His hands and words soothed your mind and eventually you felt your pain ease.

All the bad thoughts you had were nothing more than anxiety.
Mire didn't hate you..
He wasn't upset with you..
He understood everything and soon you drifted to sleep.

After all Mire was there.

And as long as you had Mire.. you could make another baby.

And as long as you had Mire..
You were loved.