My Light Diminishes. A Tony Stark x Reader

My Light Diminishes

My light diminishes. A Tony Stark x Reader

t/w: angst, miscarriages, mention or alluding to depression. 

*Also note each new segment is separated by ---, which means the time has elapsed or there is a time jump, also the sentences in italics are a flashback, it will be obvious when reading.

Silence echoes through the house as if displaying my thoughts and self-doubt. The sun has long since set with the moon now shining through the windows, adorning the mansion's walls. Coating the rooms is a light glow, making the place feel the familiar pang of cold and emptiness. The absence of sound, besides the occasional conversation with JARVIS, is hinting to having to spend dinner alone again. I sigh waiting, my hopes and the thought of my husband coming home tonight diminishing by the whir of the wind, whisking against the Malibu pines outside, along with the stillness of the night that continues as the night progresses. Feeling my eyes grow heavy, after a long day. I ask Jarvis to close the blinds, so I no longer stare out at the peaceful ocean, wishing for change. After Jarvis closes the blinds the dining room lights turn on to reciprocate the lack of light. Shuffling back in my seat, I grasp the dinner I had set out and, eat my serving of the meal, saving some for when he returns. Despite knowing he won't eat it anyway. Picking up the knife and fork, I sit in silence wishing for some time with my husband.

I awake to the familiar warmth of another body occupying the bed, I smile softly turning so I can admire my husband. The peaceful look on his face as his arms are wrapped around my waist, legs entwined with mine. Pressing a delicate kiss to his hand, I carefully lift it off of my waist and roll out from the bed placing it back down once I am out. He stirs, murmuring before rolling over and resuming his sleep. Quietly I pad out into the kitchen to not disturb him any further. I brush my hair behind my ear, boiling the kettle, as Jarvis greets me and gives me the plan for the day. I turn and start making breakfast. I love mornings, they are the times when I get to spend most of my time with Tony before he works. Speaking of, he walks out into the kitchen the sunlight shining through the window capturing his tired features. Despite this, he still reminds me of the teen I would cram hours late night study during college nights at MIT, where we would also drink and dance away the afternoons. I smile pouring him some coffee and setting out a plate for him. He rubs his eyes, lips upturned in a soft smile as he sees me. "Good Morning," I say, watching as he takes the coffee in his hands and sips, he mutters a response against the warm drink before setting it down, pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek before walking into the lounge, muttering commands for Jarvis. I feel my shoulders slump, the tension in his eyebrows has become a more constant feature to appear on his face. I just hope he would let me in with what is burdening him.

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My stomach turns and groans, making me wrap my arms around my torso. My mother should be coming today, I am excited to be able to talk to someone. It feels like the only words spoken are rushed good mornings and on rare occasions a good night when Tony comes home when I am awake and waiting for him. Feeling nauseous I hold a hand to my mouth, before I can get myself a drink of water, Jarvis announces her arrival which is followed by a soft knock on the front door. I stand abruptly and swiftly move to answer the door a smile tugging at my lips as I am greeted by my mother who is standing with a matching smile, her dark hair, shining as the morning sun shapes around her face. Setting down her bags she wraps me in an embrace and tells me about her trip. Sitting down after storing away her luggage in one of the guest rooms, she pays no mind to my attempt at conversing with her as she gawks and stares at me. Confused I tuck a stray hair behind my ear and wipe my face as if my face is dirty. She ignores my confused fretting and gets out of her chair and walks close placing her hands on my stomach. I lean back and look at her confused. After a moment she looks up and tilts her head to the side, looking at my face as if studying a piece of writing. I clear my throat and remove her hands. "Are you pregnant?" She asks softly. I look down and place my own hands now shaking on my stomach. Pregnant?