Riarkle One Shots

Baby

{This takes place a few years after high school.}

The knock on my apartment makes me groan. I'm really not in the mood to get up let alone answer the door. I just want to stay in bed all day.

I get up and go over to open it. When I open the door I see Farkle standing before me. He looks distraught with his hair a total mess and eyes slightly red and puffy. I notice that his laces aren't tied and his black shirt seems to be inside out.

He clears his throat than asks me  gruff voice, "Is it alright if I come in?"

I open the door slowly for him so that he can come in. We walk over to the living room and sit on the purple couches. He looks around, probably taking in the new furniture, and tells me that my place looks different.

I nod. "I wanted things to change after you... left."

Farkle leans forward and puts his head in his hands. "I'm so sorry for leaving Riles. I just wasn't readying the time, but I'm here now."

I chuckle drily. "Not like it matters now," I say hollowly, "Even if you were ready there's nothing to be ready for."

He reaches for me trying to hug me, but I pull away. I'm not ready for him to get close to me just yet.

Farkle cries out, "That doesn't mean that I wanted you to lose the baby! He or she was also my child. I wasn't going to leave you forever, I swear. I was only gone two months! I was coming back in a few weeks after I finally processed everything. I never intended to abandon you with a baby. Our baby."

I try to stop myself from crying just as the tears slip out of my eyes. My little child didn't even make it passed two months. Why was the baby taken from life so soon? It did nothing wrong!

I realize that I slipped from the couch and am on the floor. I don't even try to stand because I know I'll only fall right back down again. Farkle kneels down next to me and pulls me to his chest. I want to pull away,  it I don't. As mad as I am at him for walking away I know why he did.

He wasn't ready. We weren't ready. We didn't plan to have a kid and when the reality came crashing down on him he needed time to take it all in.

I wrap my arms around his neck and sob. I feel him start to tremble a little and that tells me that he's crying too. We cry together because at the end of the day no one else will be able to comfort the other like we can.

Right now all we can do is mourn for our lost child. I feel myself  break apart, but I know that Farkle will pick up my pieces.

After a long time, probably hours, Farkle picks me up and we go to my bedroom. He tucks me in and then awkwardly looks at me as if to ask if he can stay. I smile and we just lay there.

"Why did it have to be our baby?" I ask quietly.

He snakes his arm around my waist and responds, "I really don't know."

I don't know if having the answer would make me feel any better.

We don't say anything for a bit before he breaks the silence. "We could always try again. Once we're a little more ready."

I turn my head a bit to see his face. "Only if you don't leave me again."

"I promise I won't."

I nod. "Then let's try again."