Bechloe-One-Shot (Angst Edition)

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Title: Sing Me To Sleep (revised-version)
Edited by: Jocose

I've never thought of watching the love of my life cradling happily our three month old daughter Emily while laying on the hospital bed with so many machine around us, for her to... live. I felt my tears fell from my eyes so I looked away to hide it and stroke it away from my face.

Then suddenly, I heard her coughed and I jumped off my seat and ran towards her.

"Babe, Chloe are you okay- shit." I cussed when I saw a blood on her oxygen. I immediately took Emily from her and called the doctor and as they came, they immediately took care of Chloe. I can't bear seeing her like that so I went out of the room. It's not that too long when the doctor came out and nodded at me.

"She's okay now but Mrs. Mitchell, I need to talk to you later about your wife." He said with a hint of sadness but I shrugged it off.

I don't know what he means and I will never be ready of anything he will say.

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[10 months ago..]

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I return home from a long night shift at the station, it's dark here inside the living room and no sign of my wife so I let myself in knowing Chloe might be sleeping. I always feel bad leaving Chloe to spend these nights lonely on her own, but even more lately. Chloe and I decided to have a baby after 7 years of being together and another 3 years of marriage so I need to pay so much money for our sperm donor we got so I need to work a little harder for us to get a baby.

For the past 6 months, we've been trying to have a baby but nothing seems to be happening. The doctor reassured Chloe that nothing is wrong with her and that seems to just be taking so long than to be expected. But yet she chooses to blame herself, and this week, she's been particularly distant and out of herself.

I drop my bag off the floor and took my shoes off and immediately tip toe to the bedroom to find Chloe wide awake and just staring at somewhere nothing in particular, eyes red from crying.

Something is definitely not right.

I climbed on the bed, gently pulling her closer on my side. She put her head on my shoulder as I heard her sobs. I held her chin up to face me and I saw the sadness on her—most of the time bubbly—blue eyes. I looked at her intently.

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"Chloe, baby, what's wrong?" I gently asked. She just bit her bottom lip to contain her sobs before hugging me and cried out loud. "Please baby tell me what's wrong.." I added as I rubbed her back.

Then her sobs stopped and I looked at her in confusion as she pulled away. She wiped her tears away and chuckled, "I'm fine." She muffles that made me frown hard. I don't believe in any word she said. I breath heavily before speaking, maybe I need to lose patience sometimes.

"Do you think I'm going to believe that?" I asked trying not to yell. "Chloe. I come home to see that you've been crying and you'd expect me to believe you're fine?" I almost growl and let my voice seems to be also in despair. Chloe begins to cry again. I sighed. "Look Chloe, I can't help you if you didn't tell me what's wrong.." I whispered onto her eyes, trying to calm her down.

"Beca." She cracked. "There's something wrong but you have nothing to do with that. No one can help me." Chloe splutters out.

"Baby you can tell me anything, you know that. I love you no matter what." I reassured her.