𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓵 - 𝒂 𝑻𝑨𝒀𝑽𝑰𝑺 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

Talking Cribs , and Talking Craddles

The next few months were absolute heaven for the two of us.We did some online shopping for essentials like clothes, cribs, etc. I had never loved him most. I was seeing a different side of Joe.

We were sitting in the living room as I wrote out my list of names we could choose.I had been so, so excited to do this with him. And I finally get to.

Joe came up behind me and took a peak of what I was doing. I saw his eyes widen and his eyes slowly turn sorrow, like they had some sort of guilt in them. I knew he still felt a bit reluctant on the whole thing, especially since I most definitely caught him off guard with it.But I knew deep inside he was just as excited as I was.

"Hey, what do you think about the name Chloe ?" I asked him, laying further back on my seat.

"I'm sorry ?" he replied, snapping out of it.

"I have a list of names we could use. So far, I have

Chloe, Sam, Sophia, and maybe Marcus. I think Aimee's pretty too. Cassandra, as well." I rambled, as I scribbled more names down on my list.

"Cassandra reminds me of you." he said calmly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Really ? Huh , I like it."

A few months later, we ordered takeout and ate dinner while watching a movie.The night was perfect, just us enjoying each other's company.I took a moment to just let myself feel for a moment.I closed my eyes, and imagined how perfect life would get for us in just six months.

That night, we went to bed at around 11 pm.

I was fast asleep in his arms, when all of a sudden, I jolt awake at a sharp stabbing pain in my stomach.

It's the middle of the night, but I know something's wrong. Nevertheless, Joe has to wake up early for filming tomorrow, and it's probably best to let him sleep.Besides, it could be nothing.

I feel a wave of heat come over me, the feeling is similar to when you step outside on an extremely warm summer day.I move the comforter off my lap and that's when I see it.

Blood.

A lot.

I look over to my side at Joe for a second and decide it's to wake him up. I shake his arm a bit and eventually his blue eyes open up to mine, now teary.

"Taylor what's wrong.." he mumbles, sleepily.

I can't find the words to respond to his question. He notices how choked up I am and sits up wearily and sees the rest of my body.He sees the patches of blood and his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, not indicating that he's mad per se, but more confused.

"We should probably go to the hospital." he says, in a plain and bland tone.

"Oh...okay.." I say, getting up out of bed.

We get into the car, and even a stranger could tell im worried as hell.Joe, on the other hand, looks as if he's taking a normal drive.He's not speeding, his expression is bland.But he's always been a more calm person that I am, one of the things I love about him, he doesn't freak out most of the time.

We arrive at the hospital and I am suddenly being connected to a shit ton of machines and beeping devices.My vision goes blurry, and I begin to feel a sense of tiredness all over me, and i get dizzy.I decide to just follow my instincts and go to sleep,and so I do.

The next morning, I open my eyes and look around the hospital room.I try and spot Joe, but no such luck.A doctor comes in and tells me that I'll be fine, they mentioned that it's now certain that I've lost the baby, tears fill my eyes, but now I need to find Joe.

"Alright..Um, do you know where the man who brought me in is at the moment ?" I asked the nurse in the room.

"Tall blond man, ocean blue eyes ?"

I nod my head at the nurse reminding me of how absolutely gorgeous my boyfriend really is.

"Oh, he left last night after he brought you in. He referred to you as his acquaintance, and that he'd be going back to his hometown soon..?"

What the fuck.