5SOS Preferences

Miscarriage

Ashton: "Hey, uh, Braden?" Ashton calls to your son from the bottom of the stairs, "come here bud."

"Why?" His tiny voice groans, as he works his way down, taking a note of your crying figure.

"Me and mum need to talk to you," Ashton tells him gravely, motioning towards the couch for him to sit.

"If it's about mum's vase then I swear to you it wasn't me! Uncle Mikey did it!" He shouts quickly, watching his father narrow his eyebrows at him.

"No, it's not about that..." Ashton grits, eyes then trailing over to your clearly distressed figure, "it's about your baby sister."

"What about her?" Braden asks, little eyes widening.

"She's not coming any more."

"What? Why?" He asks, eyes watering as he looks over at you, "is it because I broke the vase? I swear I'll fix it!"

"No hunny," You coo to him, finally looking up, "It wasn't you!"

"Then what was it?" He asks, looking up at Ashton.

"Just wasn't time for her bud, just wasn't time."

Michael: "So, no more baby?" Your daughter, Ava asks, eyes eyeing your stomach after you and Michael conclude telling her of your miscarriage.

"No baby girl, no more baby." You try smiling at her, not wanting to cry.

"Oh..." She mumbles, looking down at the ground before raising her head up and rushing over to were you sat, enveloping you into a hug as you break into sobs.

"It'll be okay, mommy."

Calum: "Grey?" Calum calls to your son from across the kitchen table, "me and your mum have something we need to tell you."

"Yeah, what?" He asks, looking up from playing with his peas.

"Remember how mummy and daddy told you you were having a baby brother?" You begin watching as he nods, "well, you're not anymore."

"Why?" He asks, "did he decide to be a girl instead?"

"No, no," you smile, eyes slightly watery, "he died baby.."

"Oh..." Gray mumbles, looking between both you and Calum before speaking, "that's okay though, mummy."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because perhaps, he was just better at being an angel?"

Luke:  "But I wanted my baby sister!" Your daughter, Elizabeth, whines looking between both you and Luke.

"I know, hunny, " Luke comforts her, "but mommy and I can't help it."

"Why not?" She sniffles, pouting.

"Because just sometimes babies aren't meant to be born yet." You tell her softly, reaching out to stroke her hair light hair.

"Oh, but could you and daddy maybe think about getting me a new baby sister?" Elizabeth asks, looking at you both with her wide blue eyes.

"Of course sweetheart."

Okay, quick question, I'm planning on starting another fan fiction and just wand to know what ideas you'd like to give out...

Skylar xx