drifted | M.R.

029 | truth

trigger warning: talk of miscarriage
word count: 642

Currently, Mattheo Riddle had tears streaming down his face. He was holding his girlfriend as she sobbed into his chest. He was trying everything he could to calm her down, but it wasn't working. He couldn't calm the shaking. It was killing him. They were sleeping peacefully until Brooke shot up, starting to violently cry and shake. It woke Mattheo right up.

He pulled her into his arms and held her as tight as he possibly could, trying to give her safety. But when a idea popped into his head, and he lifted her shirt up, rubbing gentle circles on her skin, her cries slowed and her shaking came to a halt. He smiled sadly, glad it worked. When she felt him melt deeper into him, he pulled the blanket over them and moved her into his chest.

His arms did what the vodka couldn't.

He refused to fall back asleep, in case she woke up to another one. He felt stupid for falling asleep knowing she could have a nightmare. He still had her shirt lifted slightly, rubbing her back in every witch way. He wanted her to feel safe. And with the way she hugged her body closer to him, he did what he was trying to accomplish.

After a few hours she had moved against the boy. He knew she was starting to wake up and as much as he didn't wanna ask, it was a question that had been weighing on his mind. He was still rubbing her back as her eyes fluttered open, and moved her head up and down a tiny bit.

She looked up at him with brown doe eyes. Her eyes were tired but when they connected to his, they brightened. "Hi, love," she mumbled tiredly.

"Hi baby. Did you get some sleep?" He was now playing gently with her hair. She nodded against his chest, placing her cheek back on it.

"Yeah, sleeping on you helped." He could see the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips and the light blush that went to her cheeks.

"I have a question.." He said with his voice dying out. She pulled away, looking at him because it seemed serious with the way he said it. He sat up more, linking their hands together and bringing them to his lap. He was rubbing his thumb gently over her hand.

"Go ahead, Theo."

"You seemed so...happy. How did you miscarriage?" Her breath hitch and her eyes watered. He didn't know how else to ask without it being rude, but she didn't take it offensivly. It was a genuine question and he would've been the father, he has a right to know.

"Well...I wasn't ever getting the sleep I should've been and I was always overthinking about any possible thing that could-" She had to stop as her heart broke a little with each word. "I was barley sleeping and always thinking." Tears slowly fell down her face, guilt eating her alive. Mattheo pulled the girl into his arms, her head on his chest. He smiled a gentle one as tears slowly went down his face.

He kinda felt like he failed her but he knew there wasn't a way to do anything because he wasn't told of this. He held her tighter, kissing her hair as she quietly wept against him. "It's okay, it's okay. Baby I don't blame you," he tried to reassure. It worked.

After repeating it for a while her cries stopped. Her breathing lightened and although she had just woken up, she was back asleep against his chest. He wouldn't dare to sleep. Not after she had a nightmare. So he rubbed her back again and kissed her hair.

She was home.

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not me contemplating if I should end it nglllll