More Than a Soldier

Chapter 70 - New York State of Mind

Scarlett's POV:

We've just arrived at our townhouse in New York. Everything in LA felt a little suffocating, so we decided to take some time away and allow us a chance to heal a little. We only plan to be here for a long weekend, as we both still have commitments in LA. But hopefully this will give us some time to heal, and I get the added bonus of seeing my parents.

It's been two days since Y/n was let out of the hospital. Robert kindly offered us his jet which meant that we could travel comfortably. Y/n is still experiencing cramping and is required to still be on bed rest for the rest of the week. She spent most of the flight in bed, only being in the chairs when she was required to be. Ava and I took it in turns to cuddle with her, which she appreciated.

These last two days have been a little rough. We're both devastated and still trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. It's cruel really. We couldn't have been happier to be pregnant. We knew we were lucky to get pregnant on the second try and when we got that positive test, we couldn't believe it. Then that came crashing down around us.

I think what makes it so hard, is not knowing why. We can't say, ok next time we'll do this differently or try something new. If we decide to try again it's not going to be the same. We're both going to be so worried of something happening.

What I hate the most is not being able to take any of the pain away from Y/n. I can busy myself when I feel my thoughts becoming overwhelming. But Y/n is stuck in bed still in pain and bleeding. A constant reminder of what we have lost.

When we arrive home, Ava is so sweet and takes Y/n's hand. "I can take mummy up to bed." She says sweetly, taking the keys from my hand. I watch as Y/n's eyes gloss over at that small little act. "Thanks bubs. I'll bring in our bags." I tell her, watching as she carefully walks with Y/n into the house.

Ava has been brilliant through all of this. She's been a little sad, but I genuinely think she is the reason that Y/n is still going sometimes. She certainly is for me. Her kind words or actions just instantly bring a warmth to my heart. Reminding me that we already have the most incredible daughter.

That evening is spent in bed. We're all tired from the flight and it's almost bedtime anyway. Ava heads off to her own room and Y/n turns into me. She's been a lot more tactile since it's happened. She's taken comfort in being held and I love being able to provide that for her. "How's the pain?" I ask her, running my hand through her hair. "Sore, but I think it's easing off." She says, placing a kiss to my shoulder. "How are you doing?" She asks me.

Our communication has been really good over the last two days. We're both talking, not hiding away how we're feeling. We're supporting each other as best we can. I think it helps that we know each other so well. We can tell what the other needs without having to vocalise it. It's really showing to me the strength of our relationship. In times where we're struggling, it's important to look for the positives.

"I'm feeling happy to be back in New York. But I wish it was under different circumstance." I admit and she holds me tighter. "Me too angel." She responds, adjusting her hold so her arms wrap around me and suddenly my head is on her chest. "Having time with your parents will help." She says and I nod. I love living in LA, but it's times like this that I wish I was closer to my family when I need them.

The next morning, I wake up and head downstairs to make some breakfast for us all. Ava came in this morning and is now snuggled up to Y/n watching Tangled. Ava insisted on watching Y/n's favourite and when I left, the two of them were quietly singing to when will my life begin.

Whilst I'm in the kitchen, I hear the front door open, and a familiar voice call out. "Scarlett, it's just your mom." I drop the knife in my hand and rush out to greet her. As soon as I see her in the hallway slipping off her shoes, I practically launch myself at her, breaking down into tears as she wraps her arms around me.