The Harsh life

Chapter 2

Amara- Now
"Gio!" I scream from the kitchen.

"He's not here Mrs Moretti." Our maid, April, says.

I look down at my stomach, it's still flat.

Warm blood runs down my thighs.

"Um... Mrs Moretti. You're bleeding." April says and I nod.

"Get my husband." I head upstairs and into my en-suite bathroom.

"No." I cry whilst putting my hand on my stomach. This is not happening. Why?

I look at the blood as my stomach cramps. Why me?

When the bathroom door finally opens Gio is stood there. He doesn't say anything he just shuts the bathroom door behind him and sits beside me on the floor.

He gets a towel and wipes at the blood down my thighs.

"It's okay." He whispers.

It's really not.

"I'm so sorry." I tell him.

"It's not your fault." Once he finished wiping my thighs he helps me up. He carries me into our bedroom and puts me down on the bed.

Once I'm lying down in bed he unzips my dress and pushed my hair back off of my face.

"This is my favourite dress. I was so happy." I tell him and he nods.

"I know, mon coeur." He whispers some French to me. It's a cute pet name.

He takes the remainder of my makeup off and ties my hair up. I don't move. I just stay lying here in a state of shock.

Gio's love language is quality time so he just loves being around me. No matter what it is. As long as we're together he doesn't mind what we do, that's why we've had a pretty amazing relationship. He can put up with following me around and being there when I need him.

He takes my dress off which is followed by my underwear.

"Do you want a shower?" Gio asks.

"No." I say and he just nods like he understands.

He dresses me into my pyjamas and honesty maybe I'd care more if I hadn't just lost our baby.

When Gio gets into bed beside me, he pushes the back of my pyjama top up and presses his chest to my back.

He doesn't say anything and I know he knows I need the physical contact. I lie there holding his hand into my chest as his chest is against my back.

I just lost our baby. The first time I actually got pregnant in the whole five months we'd been trying and I had a miscarriage.

Jax and Lara told us they were pregnant around five months ago and ever since then we've had to try and get pregnant because Gio is Jax's right hand so Gio's child needs to be Jax's right hand.

"I'm so sorry." I tell him again. He needs to know.

"It's okay. I'm not angry." He takes his arm that id been holding onto and leans up and wipes my tears.

"You should be." I sigh.

"I'm not." He tells me.

"Shout at me." It's almost a whisper. I need him to shout at me. To blame me. I need it. He doesn't say anything. "Shout at me." I repeat.

"I'm not your parents and you haven't done anything wrong." He takes his free arm and starts to rub my back.

"You'll hate me in the morning. I'm giving you a pass now." I tell him. It's true. Why wouldn't he hate me?