"Just you" he whispered, swallowing as he bobbed his head down, "There's nothing in my head but you" he softly chuckled, making her heart literally stop.
"What ?" the word escaped her lips before she could even think about it. It was barely even a w...
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She was now here, talking to herself in her head, laid down on a surgery table. The doctor was not here yet so she was just waiting. She looked above her, both of her hands placed on her belly.
"Hey" she heard a soft voice to her side.
She looked and smiled when she saw Winter coming in. She sat up and gave him a warm smile as he sat down on a chair next to her.
"How are you feeling ?" he asked, eyebrows frowned.
"I'm good" she nodded, "I really am. This is the right thing to do"
She was definitely saying this more to comfort herself than anything else. The past week had been awesome. No one really had come to bother, except doctors, Karpov and Winter. She knew everyone else had been avoiding her. It had been just her and her girl.
"But you still want to keep it, don't you ?"
"Ah, you know me so well, don't you ?" she chuckled, making him send her a hard stare, "it feels wrong. To get rid of her"
"Her ?" he repeated.
"It's a girl" she sniffled, her voice cracking.
"A girl. Woah"
"Yep. A mini me" she chuckled.
"A mini Rose" he smiled, "I already have one Rose bossing me around. Imagine two"
"Woah, poor you. You'd be tortured for the rest of your days"
For a moment, she imagined a little girl running in the corridors, her laugh echoing through the walls. She imagined her girl pull Winter's hair to make him do whatever she'd want. She imagined herself put her daughter to sleep at the end of the day as she tucked her stuffed animal. She imagined braiding her hair as she'd sing a song she taught her.
She'd be beautiful. Rose didn't know why but she imagined her with long blond hair and brown eyes. The exact opposite of her mother, in fact.
She had no idea why she was getting so attached to a baby who was never going to be alive. She shouldn't get attached to a fetus barely formed yet. A thing that never should've happened. But she loved her daughter already.
She didn't know love or what it felt like to love someone but she just knew she loved her baby girl. She loved her with all her heart and it was breaking her having to get rid off her girl. She would've done anything not to do this. She would've given anything.
Her heart twisted as she could feel a million of little knives cut her heart until it was reduced to ashes.
She placed one of her hand on her belly, softly looking at it. She could feel her baby moving, sometimes she'd kick. She couldn't believe she had never acknowledged her before. She could've seen her longer.
