Babygirl || Lucky B Smith

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Long story short? The date didn't happen. Lucky was called in with his manager with some important information that had to be discussed abruptly. I spent the day on the couch watching greys anatomy. I was elated season 12 was on Netflix and got a good lead on the episodes, Andrew Deluca also looks a lot like Dr Sloan to me which is hot. I suddenly felt a pain in my abdomen. Like a period cramp almost. The pain was definitely there. It suddenly got worse I gripped the sofa and cried out in pain. What's happening? Am I having contractions?! I can't be the baby's too early.

I screamed out in pain and dialled Lucy's number on my phone. It went straight to voicemail, again, again and again.

"Fuck!"

I don't have a car! I can't ride the fucking bus to the hospital! All my friends are gone.

I cried in pain and in terror of what was going to happen. Was I going to kill my baby from not owning my own damn car?! Was I just going to give birth here?! Okay no I couldn't possibly do that.

I cried in pain again, it was getting worse.

I swallowed my tears and tapped the numbers  on the phone again,

"Hello?" Jarred's husky just woke up voice echoed through the phone, I took a deep breath trying to be strong and not felt down,

"Jarred I need you thi-this is an emergency." I sobbed into the phone,

"What? Are you okay?"

"No." My voice was faint.

"Okay Andrea. I'll be right over." His voice was rushed as he was probably getting changed and all.

"Please hurry."

•

It took jarred about 5 minutes to get here and he pounded through the door to find me on the couch still my mascara had run down my face and my hair was a mess.

"I-i think I need to go to the hospital."

"Are you having your baby?" His eyes went wide,

I give a laugh through the pain with a small smile,

"I think so." He grinned and helped me up,

"Okay let's get you-" his voice stopped as he was leading me by the small of my back to the doorway.

"What?" I asked,

"Um." There was hesitation in his voice and my nerves started to build,

"There's blood on your pants."

"Ya probably because I'm having a FEAKING baby Jarred. Can we hurry up I don't want her to be birthed in your car!"

He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Okay."

•

The ride was fast and quiet. Jarred couldn't even glance at me and I think it's because he left me.

He helped me through the hospital till he could find a wheelchair for me.

We found the front desk and jarred started to talk to her quietly. So quiet I couldn't hear. The nurse nodded calling someone on the phone. Other nurses came and rushed me to a room. I didn't see Jarred or anything. This doctor squirted cold jelly on my stomach and moved the thing around my stomach looking at the ultrasound. Jarred came back in and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly.

"I'm sorry miss." The doctor sighed, jarred gripped my hand.

"You've had a miscarriage."

"Wh-what? No!" I started to sob and jarred in his awkward I'm your ex boyfriend way tried to comfort me. That's when I saw Lucky. He was outside the room as the nurse probably told him what she told me. He rubbed his face while shaking his head. His eyes locked to mine. His face washed of colour as he stared at me. He bit his lip and rushed into the room, by the time he had came through the doors tears were running down his cheeks. He held me in his arms as we cried together.

In his blue eyes I could see all of the once future memories pass through. Her first time home, When lucky would have buckled her in her car seat so tightly and driven literally 5 mile an hour down he highway. Or when I could her bathed her in the sink each night with the Johnson's baby shampoo because she was too tiny to go in the bathtub. Or her first haircut, first birthday, all the Christmas's and Easters. Her first day at kindergarten. Her first tooth. When she would graduate elementary with all of her friends and go to high school. Her first boyfriend her first kiss. It was all.. Gone. Everything.

•

We drove home quietly as the rain dribbled down the windshield and music was quiet in the radio playing sad songs.

we arrived at the apartment and lucky helped me up the stairs and inside. I went into my bedroom and lucky followed. I hugged him tightly crying.

"My babygirl is gone." I cried. 

"Mine isn't." He gave a small teary smile and kissed my cheek.

"She's still in our hearts."