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Small bump- ashton

Ashton's POV-

We were engaged, she was pregnant, everything was falling into place, my life was finally feeling complete, until one tragic day.

She woke up in the middle of the night, 5 months pregnant, and she knew something was wrong when she felt a wetness In between her legs. She pulled back the covers to reveal a crimson spot on the sheets and her pajama bottoms. She shook me awake "Ashton, there's something wrong!" She cried and I shot up from my sleep to see the blood, I quickly picked her up and ran to the car.

"You're just a small bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life, you might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mother's eyes."

He's supposed to be here in 4 months, and we believe that he will have my hair color and her eye color. That's what I was thinking about on the drive to the hospital, how he will look. As we arrived I stuttered "we need a doctor, s-she's 5 months pregnant and she's B-leeding and I don't think that's s-upposed to happen!" And they took her into a room, not allowing me to come in despite my protests. I sat in the waiting room to think.

"I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can, but for now you're a scan of my unmade plans, a small bump in four months you're brought to life"

He's going to be alright I told myself over and over, nothing is wrong and in four months I'll be able to hold him in my hands, I'll try to be gentle with him. I will play with him as much as I can, football or dolls, whichever he chooses he likes. I'm not sure yet. These thoughts are constantly running through my head. I'm trying to reassure myself that everything is fine.

"I'll whisper quietly, I'll give you nothing but truth, if you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you."

I'll whisper truthful things to him, so that he learns to tell the truth, I won't fill his head with crap like "the tooth fairy and Santa Claus is real!" Because he doesn't deserve to be lied to. I'll also teach him to play drums, so if what he wants to do doesn't work out then he will have a back up plan and he can be in a band like me.

"You are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight, oh, you are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight. And you'll be alright."

He's my one and only, other than his mother. He's going to wrap his tiny fingers around my thumb and hold me tight and I'll whisper "you'll be alright." As he smiles at me. I'll try not to cry while holding my little pride and joy in my arms but I'll most likely fail. The only thing that's giving my hope right now is my thoughts telling me that everything will be fine and that all of this will really happen.

"Oh you're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin. With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin. Fingernails the size of a half grain of rice, and eyelids closed to be soon opened wide a small bump, in four months you'll open your eyes."

I'll giggle at his wrinkly little skin because he would look like a bulldog or maybe a pug. He will have a little dimple beneath his chin and he will look just like his mother when he smiles. I'll play with his tiny fingernails and tiny toes and I'll smile when he first opens his eyes and looks at me. Four months, he will open his eyes.

"And i'll, hold you tightly, I'll tell you nothing but truth, if you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you. You are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight. Oh, you are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight. And you'll be alright."

How will I tell the boys? And the fans? My mother? Please just be a false alarm, please god, let my son live, I prayed to myself.

"And you can lie with me, with your tiny feet when you're half asleep, I'll leave you be. Right in front of me for a couple weeks so I can keep you safe."

I'll take him home and I'll lay on the couch with him on my chest as he kicks his little feet a bit, he will slowly drift off to sleep and I'll leave him be even though I'll have to pee. I'll keep him with me and I'll keep him safe.

"Cause You are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight, oh, you are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers around my thumb and hold me tight. And you'll be alright."

The doctor returned into the waiting room and I stood up as he spoke "I'm sorry sir, but your baby didn't make it, but you can go into the room now" I teared up and ran into the room where my fiancé was sobbing, "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry." I sobbed as I sat at her bedside. She shook her head unable to speak. "Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life. Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why." I whispered

2016 Brooklyn: this is why I'm sorry.