Suicide Lane (Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 26 - Willow's POV

It's been three weeks. Everything has been great.

Patrick's parents and my parents are coming next week.

We are going to tell them everything. Including our ups and downs.

I can't wait, my parents are going to love Patrick. I hope Patrick's parents like me.

I mean, I am a depressed, now pregnant, emo chick. There is very little you can like.

Speaking of which, I died my hair black and cut it short.

I love it like this, it's easier to style and I look better with it.

I'm also working again, its a great job. It has great pay, just wish it was something I enjoyed.

One thing is weird, I haven't barfed today. Normally I barf everyday because of the baby.

Right now, we are just relaxing on the couch.

I'm doing some school work, while Patrick is watching TV.

He leaned his head on my shoulder and sighed, "I'm bored."

I smiled, "Well, when I finish this paper, we can do something."

He nodded and I wrote the last sentence.

"Ok done with the paper."

He sat up, "What do you want to do?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

He smiled, "Then I was thinking a little."

He climbed over me and smirked.

I smirked and we kissed.

It got passionate and he picked me up.

He kicked open our room door and flopped me on the bed.

We undressed and he entered me.

Making me moan.

He moved faster, making me moan even louder.

He threw his head back and came onto my stomach and the bed.

He laid on the bed, "Even though that was a quick round. It was needed."

We haven't had sex since the round I got pregnant.

I nodded, "Yeah."

He hugged me and we snuggled a little.

I felt some cramps.

They weren't severe or anything, I just ignored it.

After about an hour.

I sat up and used the bathroom.

The cramps got worse.

I grabbed the sink and looked down.

Why am I peeing blood?

Oh shit.

I finished up and got dressed, "Patrick get dressed we need to go to the hospital now!"

He got up and ran into the bathroom, "Why?"

"I'm peeing blood."

His eyes widened and got dressed.

We went to the car and he practically sped his way to the hospital.

When we got there I explained everything and they took us into a room.

I am really nervous, what if... I miscarried.

The doctor came in, "So your peeing blood, has anything weird also happened today?"

Patrick held my hand, "Well, I didn't get morning sickness and I had cramps earlier."

He nodded and asked more questions going into detail with the things I told him.

He left and a few minutes later a nurse came in and asked us different questions.

When the nurse left and it was both us, it was uncomfortably silent.

I looked at Patrick and gave him a hug.

He hugged me and sighed, "Hopefully, everything will be ok."

I nodded and the doctor came in.

He had an apologetic look on his face.

I started to tear up, "I'm sorry Ms. Blues, but you had a miscarriage.

I started crying even harder.

Even Patrick started crying.

"I will give you two a minute."

When he left I full blown started crying.

Patrick hugged me and sniffled, "It will be ok."

I cried even harder. This can't be happening.

We mourned and cried for about ten more minutes before we decided it was time to go home.

We signed some papers and left.

As we walked out to the car, Patrick side hugged me and I cried again.

This is the nightmare, someone save me from it.

We got to the car and I took out my phone, I called my mom, "Hey Willow honey, what's up?"

I sighed, "We have to reschedule you coming, can you do it two weeks from now?"

"Oh sure, is everything alright."

"Yeah, bye mom."

"Bye."

I ended the call and silently cried, the tears streamed down my face.

When we pulled up to the house.

We walked in and I fell to my knees and kept crying.

Patrick sat beside me and hugged me, "I'm sorry Willow."

"It's not your fault, it's nobodies. It's natures."

He nodded and turned on the fireplace.

I moved myself in front of it and he got a blanket.

He hugged me and wrapped the blanket around me.

We laid on the floor and I cried.

This is the worst day of my life.

This is the type of time when I wish we were married.

Maybe we should get married.