Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

Harry was currently in the bathroom, hunched over on the toilet. Zain was at his side, rubbing his back and cleaning up his mess.

"I feel terrible." Harry said, grimacing as he stood up. "And my whole body hurts."

"Are you okay?" Zain asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." Harry assured Zain. He wrinkled his nose as he laid down in bed, resting his heads on the cold pillows. He stretched, and his shirt lifted up just enough to show the bottom of his belly.

"You're starting to show." Zain said as he rubbed Harry's belly. "Twins. That's crazy, huh?"

"Yeah." Harry said quietly. Zain laid down on the bed with his head at Harry's belly. "It feels like forever since I was last pregnant with Darcy."

"Yea." Zain said quietly as he rested his chin on Harry's growing stomach, looking up at the brunette. "Any name ideas?"

"Um..." Harry hummed. "I dunno. I'm hoping they're girls, cuz that's all I know how to take of right now."

"I want at least one boy." Zain chuckled lightly. "Oh, for names... what about Anna or Haylie?"

"Anna is cute." Harry said, rubbing his belly. "I'm so tired, baby."

"Why don't you go to sleep then?" Zain suggested as he got up and covered Harry with the comforter. He kissed Harry's forehead before taking off his trousers and t-shirt.

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"Holy hell Harry are you okay?" Zain asked frantically. When he woke up, there was no trace of Harry except for the blood stains on their white sheets. Harry was in the bathroom, sobbing.

"Oh my god Harry." Zain breathed as soon as Harry left the bathroom door. "Are you okay? What happened? Are the babies okay?"

Harry shook his head. "I was up all night because I had these terrible pains." He spoke quietly. "I... I had a miscarriage. It— it was only one."

"One?" Zain said as he felt tears brimming in his eyes. "Are you okay Harry?"

"No." He said as he hugged Zain. "'M not okay. I just want to stop losing my babies. It's fucking torture."

"I..." Zain began but he trailed off. He knew his words could never soothe Harry, not after just what happened. Nor did it help the last time Harry had a miscarriage. He just wish he could help and make his fiancé better again. "I'm so sorry Haz."

Harry just hugged Zain tightly, biting into Zain's shoulder to keep himself from crying. Zain was willing to stand there for however Harry wanted, or needed, because honestly, Harry deserved the world and so much more. Especially with what he's been through lately.
He pulled away from Zain, sniffling. "Just, can I be alone? I need time to process what just happened."

"Of course." Zain kissed Harry's pale cheeks before slipping on clothes and leaving the room.
Harry let out a heavy sigh and threw himself onto the bed. He turned over and stuffed his face into a pillow and wanted to cry. He just wanted to let everything out, but he couldn't. He didn't cry, not one bit.

"I just hope you're okay too." Harry whispered to his belly, rubbing it warily. "Damn. Guess this means I'm in my second trimester already."

Harry washed his face, and changed his pants before pulling on a clean pair of trousers and made his way downstairs.
Zain was cooking breakfast, humming the himself. He looked up when Harry entered the kitchen and smiled fondly at him.

"Are you feeling better?" Zain asked.

"I guess." Harry said quietly. "At least we still have one baby."

"Oh," Zain gasped as Darcy began crying. "Do you want me to go get her?"
"I can do it." Harry said and turned on his heels. "You're cooking anyways."

Harry entered Darcy's nursery quietly, picking her up and checking her diaper. When he saw it was clean, he sat down on the recliner and held her close to his chest, patting her bum until she calmed down. He stood back up and carried her downstairs.

"Wow." Harry said suddenly. "Why is my birthday tomorrow?"

"What?" Zain asked, looking up at Harry with a confused expression. "What do you mean 'why?' It's the day you were born."

"It just came so soon." Harry said quietly. "And then a couple more weeks until we can find out what we're having."

"I want it to be a boy." Zain chirped. Harry grinned at Zain.

"Any name ideas for boys?"

"No." Zain said simply. Harry just chuckled.

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Harry was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on Zain's legs, with Darcy on his chest, when he felt that familiar movement in his belly. He shrugged it off, not thinking much of it, until it happened again. And again.
Harry pressed a hand to his belly, frowning slightly.

"What's up?" Zain asked when Harry sat up.

"Baby's moving." Harry mumbled, positioning himself so he was more comfortable. "And they won't stop."
"That's good though, isn't it?" Zain raised a brow. "At least we know they aren't dead as well."

Harry just rolled his eyes and leaned into Zain, tilting his head back and kissing his jaw. Zain gave a small smile before returning his attention to the telly.

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Yeah sorry I meant to post earlier this week but I was celebrating my birthday!

Hope you enjoyed! 💜