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Miscarriage(Part 2 of Co-parenting)🖤⚠️

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Miscarriage
Very intense angst
⚠️ Don't read if you are unsure that you can handle stuff like this.

...

Taylor's breath hitched when she saw the positive test.
Weren't you too infertile to be able to give her babies?
She shakes a bit, taking another one.
And another one.
All positive.
She decides to wake you up, shaking your shoulder. "Y/n.." She whispers, tears running down her cheeks. You wake up, groaning. "What do you want..? It's like 6am.." You hide your face from the light under the blanket. "I-i'm pregnant.." She whispers shakily. Upon hearing that, you jolt awake, sitting up quickly. "What? You're kidding, right?" You ask, thinking this is some sort of joke. She holds up the three positive tests, and you just stare in disbelief. "But... but how..? Is it mine?" You ask suspiciously. She nods. "I swear it's yours, remember last night we..." she trails off, blushing a bit. "I can't handle another baby, I already have 3..."

Her lower lip trembles, and she begins to shake slightly. When she does that, you know she's about to cry, so you pull her into your chest and hold her. Soon enough, she's sobbing. "I can't.. I can't..." She mumbles against your chest. "I don't know what to do..." She whimpers pitifully, sniffling. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault..." You rub her back. "No, it's both our fault. I'm sorry, too. I can't get rid of it, I have to keep it.. but I don't want to cause I can't take care of 4 children. Plus, we're divorced. I can't do this.." She buries her face in your shoulder and sobs a bit more. You comfort her, and she soon calms down a bit.

You both talk about it a bit, and you decide to keep it. The first few months, Taylor's not very sure, but when she's in the third trimester, she begins to accept it, and she's kinda happy she's bringing a 6th member to the family. The kids are pretty thrilled, too. A baby in mommy's tummy.
One day, Taylor's just cooking some lunch, when she suddenly feels a sharp stabbing pain in her belly. "Y/n!" Is the first thing she yells out. "Contraction!" She groans a bit, and sinks down onto the ground, clutching her belly. The macaroni she was cooking is left on the stove. You run to her, immediately holding her hand and rubbing her belly. Her breathing is ragged, she's still riding it out. "Y/n..." She looks up at you with glossy eyes. "That wasn't a normal contraction.. it felt different..." She croaks out, her voice is very hoarse.

"..what do you mean different? Should we go to the doctor to check?" You ask, rubbing her belly protectively and worriedly. "I think that's best..." She whispers and relaxes for you to carry her. She can't walk, her thighs are quivering. You pick her up and carry her to the car, driving to the hospital. You enter the emergency room immediately, laying her on a hospital bed.

You tell a nurse what happened, and she brings a doctor in to scan her belly. She clutches your hand tightly, tears streaming down her face. "What if the baby's not okay..?" She whispers, holding onto you desperately. "Shh, it's gonna be okay, I promise." You kiss her hand. Soon, the doctor arrives, and he examines her belly, then scans it. He disappears for a while and then comes back with the results, a grim look on his face. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we did not -" he tries to tell her, but she immediately cuts him off. "Is my baby okay? Please tell me he's okay. I need to know now." She asks desperately, rubbing her belly protectively. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you had a -"
Miscarriage."
Miscarriage.

...

That word repeated in her head like a hundred times in just a few seconds.
She couldn't process it.
She had just lost her baby.
No other kind of pain she ever experienced in her life will ever compare to this.

...

The next day, Taylor's still in the hospital, under probation. She's on an iv drip and some monitors. You're there with her, trying to comfort her. She seems depressed, though. You left your kids with Taylor's mom to take care of them since you couldn't. You had to stay with her. She's just undergone the removal surgery, and her belly is slightly flatter. She feels physically empty and not the good kind of physically empty. She doesn't have her baby in her arms right now.
What did she do to deserve this?
Walking out the hospital with a mere box instead of a baby.
Walking out the hospital with what was supposed to be a little boy instead of empty hands.
Walking out the hospital with memories of what could've been.

...
Taylor isn't doing well, physically nor mentally.
You're worried about her.
She doesn't even wanna get out of bed or do anything, leaving you with the kids 24/7. She's even refusing to nurse ivy since it reminds her of what happened, so you switched to pumping her and feeding ivy breastmilk in bottles. Even though ivy is about a year and a half now, she definitely minds and misses nursing directly from the source, but you know taylor needs time to recover.
A few months have passed.
Taylor's better, but she can't see any item relating to a baby BOY or a baby without crying for hours. She's back to nursing ivy, cooking, and cleaning with your help, of course.
She's decided not to have any more children in fear that she's gonna lose another one, and you understand.
...

It's the second of May now.
The day she lost her baby.
The day that was supposed to be a happy birthday filled with happiness and joy.
Not.. sorrow and melancholy.
She's slightly emotional today, but she's pushing through it. You haven't told the kids yet, not knowing how to explain such a devastating thing to a 5 year old, a 4 year old and a 2 year old, so you just stick to telling them that the baby is "with grandma." He truly is, though, as your mom isn't here either. It's been a long time, though, so you're good.
Happy birthday to the little boy who was supposed to turn 1 today.