New treat babies :)
-"What are you eating, honey?"-Taylor asked to his wife, -"Some whole wheat cereal, its good, you should try it!"-she responded, she was way too lively but he knew it was her way to deal with the miscarriage she had two weeks ago. The third one to be exact. -"Nah, you know I like my fatty stuff"-he chuckled, grabbing the fried egg sandwich from the counter, -"Remember, tomorrow's our 1st year anniversary baby"-he smiled at her, kissing her deeply, -"I know, how exciting!"; -"Its gonna be a very special day, but NOW. This man's gotta go to work!"-he chuckled, pulling in his wife again for a kiss, -"Good luck honey, be safe! Love you", -"Love you too".
~Two weeks ago though, Gaga was absolutely heartbroken. After the miscarriage, she burned all the onesies she had bought and locked herself in the masterbedroom for two days straight, she cried all day and all night and barely got any food, no one could knock sense into her. Until last week when she actually let people approach her, who helped her heal someway or the other~.
Gaga let her body fall on the sofa, overlooking at the misty city of Chicago. She liked it here. It was quiet but fun. She sighed deeply and grabbed the new issue of Elle magazine. Weird to see her own face on the cover, reading through her own interview....reliving the moment where she answered the reporter that she was planning to have kids already. She ahouldnt have read that. Her brain flooded with memories of the pregnancies and miscarriages she's had. Everything from the sterile hospital rooms, to an empty picture of her womb, to doctors poking her around with probes trying to figure out why a 30 year old healthy woman couldnt mantain a baby alive, the cramps and the terrible bleeding, the blood clots and...tissue. Everything was a nightmare. She found herself sobbing on the couch with her hands covering her mouth, not having her husband around to console her, -"Shit, shit...shit"-she mumbled, tryung to calm herself. It was just too painful to even think about.
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It was 10pm when Taylor Kinney opened rhe door to his apartment. The first thing he saw was his wife laying on the couch with the TV on in the dark living room, -"Stef?"-he called, she sighed deeply and turned to look at him, -"Hey"-she whispered, -"Why are you all dark in here sweets?", -"...I dont know", -"...Thats alright; I brought you dates brownies, your favorites"-he chuckled, kissing her softly, -"Thanks"-she sighed, leaving them on the floor, Taylor didnt even wanted to ask what was wrong. He knew the answer already. -"Hey uhmm...you wanna get some fast food? Fill our bodies with junk?", -"Sounds good"-she mumbled lazily.
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Gaga took a bite of her second burger and another sip of her giant Coke. Binge eating, caused her some sort of pleasure, -"Damn baby, you're a trooper, I'm done with mine!"-Taylor chuckled, -"I can't turn down a bacon-egg-cheeseburhger can I?", -"I see that you cant! Lets see a movie after youre done okay?"; -"No movies, TV shows"-she demanded, this was like a drill for Taylor. he knew exacly what she was up to. -"...Babe you wanna talk to me?-Taylor asked shyly; Gaga swallowed the last of the burger bun and sipped her Coke, -"Uhh not really. I dont feel like actually engaging into a conversation to discuss my fucking emotions. Am I clear?", Taylor nodded and sighed, -"Then lets...lets clean this and-and good job on inhaling two bacon and egg burgers, a milkshake abd a liter of Coke", -"At least I dont feel empty anymore"-Gaga sighed deeply, closing her eyes.
