Adopted by BVB

Chapter 34

Gerard's PoV
I picked up a tray with Spencer's breakfast on it. She and Andy got back about an hour after us last night. Spencer went straight up to bed. Andy told us that she had lost a baby and the next few days will be hard for her.
I slowly walked up the stairs and knocked on the door as I entered. Spencer was sitting up in bed on her phone. She looked up at me and gave a half hearted smile.
"Hey." She mumbled. She looked like she didn't get much sleep.
"Hey. I brought a fried egg sandwich for you. I thought you would need cheering up." I said. I walked to her side of the bed and put the tray on her lap. I walked round to the other side, closing the door in my way. I gently sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"You don't have to be. It's my body's fault." Spencer said between mouthfuls.
"What were you going to call it?" I asked.
"Annabeth Elizabeth Fletcher if it was a girl. I want our sister to be remembered." She answered.
"What about a boy?" I asked.
"Caleb Thomas. I always liked those names." Spencer laughed.
"I guess they were going to have Beirsack as their last name." I said.
"Probably. They could've changed it but I don't think I could have coped with a kid at 18."  Spencer said.
"When did mom and dad have you?" Spencer asked.
"Mom was 19. Dad was 23." I answered.
"Like me and Andy." She said.
"Mom told me before she ran away that she had a stillborn baby girl before me." I said.
"Why do the girls always die?" Spencer asked.
"I don't know. Mom told me her baby girls name was Carys Hope. Apparently she was a pretty baby." I continued.
"I can just imagine my baby being the cutest little thing ever. My baby but it didn't happen." Spencer said as she rubbed her stomach.
"It would've been. My little niece or nephew. I would've spoiled her so much." I said with a faint smile. Spencer sat there eating. She swallowed her drink and put her tray in the bedside table. She walked to the bathroom and soon enough I heard her throwing up. I got up and opened the door. Her hair was hanging in her face so I quickly pulled it out. I knelt down beside her and gently rubbed her back. Eventually she stopped and she lent against the bath.
"Are you okay?" I asked her as I passed her a damp cloth.
"Yeah I'm fine. You didn't need to come help." Spencer said quickly.
"Do you want to have a shower?" I asked.
"Yeah. Can you get me some clean clothes? Leggings or sweats preferably." Spencer answered. I nodded and left her in the bathroom. I opened her closet. It took me a long time to find her sweats but I grabbed the first pair I found along with a large hoodie which I guess would be someone else's. I heard the shower running as I laid the clothes in the bed. I picked up her tray and walked back downstairs.