You glanced down at your growing belly, feeling Klay’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hands resting on your stomach. This is what it feels like to be happy you thought.
“I can’t wait until we have our little baby,” he whispered into your neck, his scruff tickling you.
You smiled as wide as you could. You loved him so much.
“You’re going to be the perfect father,” you whispered, turning your head in his direction. He was leaning over your shoulder and you nuzzled your face into his cheek, giving him a sloppy kiss right on his jaw. You felt his mouth turn up at the corners.
“And you’re going to be a lovely mum,” he turned, kissing you. You hummed with happiness as his lips met yours. It only lasted a second, but that didn’t matter when you had the rest of your lives together.
You glanced back down, “We’ve been trying for so long, I just…” you smiled, “It’s unbelievable. I’m pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!”
He laughed at your giddiness, “Yes we are,” he kissed your neck quickly, “And it’s going to be amazing. But unfortunately, I have to head out, love,” he pulled away.
“Alright, alright,” you pulled him in for one more quick peck,“Don’t be gone too–ow!” you grimaced, bringing a hand to your belly.
“What is it?” worry flashed over his face, “What’s wrong?” he grabbed a chair from the nearby table, helping you sit.
“Something–” another cramp passed over you and shut your eyes, trying to control the pain, “Something isn’t right. Jesus Christ, ouch!”
“We’re going to the hospital,” he grabbed the keys from the counter.
“No, Klay. Don’t overrea–” you nearly doubled over.
“Holy shit,” he helped you up, “We’re going. Now,” he rushed you to the car.
The drive was long and painful. The cramps didn’t get any better, and you couldn’t even speak with the pain of them. Klay’s mouth was set in a hard line, his eyes never leaving the road. He was scared and you could tell.
You pulled into the ER so quickly, you nearly went flying. He was out the door and by your side in moments, his hand in yours as you were lead to a gurney and wheeled behind a curtain.
A doctor was in a few minutes later, but you already knew what had happened.
Klay stared at the wall as the doctor’s voice droned on. You weren’t listening, either, just trying to catch his eye. You didn’t even notice she’d left until a few seconds later.
“Klay,” you said, your voice shaking.
He just watched the wall intently, his jaw clenched.
“Klay,” your voice was a whisper.
His eyes filled with tears as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked to the floor, trying to compose himself, “Let’s go home, okay?”
“Of course,” you reached for his hand, squeezing it. He returned the favor, “I love you, alright? It’ll be okay.”
“I should be the one comforting you,” he said in a frustrated voice, still trying to keep from breaking down.
You felt a pain in the back of your eyes as tear threatened you, as well, “It was both of our baby, Klay,” you reached up, turning his chin towards you.
He took a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes, “I love you, too.”
