Varchie meets Nick St. Clair

Part thirty five

Archie's pov
"Are you okay? What happened?!" I walk into the bathroom to see Ronnie on the floor crying. "I'm I'm okay arch. Just go back to sleep." She says through winced teeth. Clearly in pain. I drop down beside her. "You are clearly not okay. What happened?" I ask, worried. "Arch I- I think I'm having a miscarriage." Her voice breaks and she starts crying even harder. I pull out my phone and call an ambulance, holding her in my arms. Why did this have to happen to us? I carry her downstairs starting to cry as well. I need to stay strong for her just like she did for me. The ambulance comes and I carry her outside. I hear the puppy (that now got home (not sure how)) barking at the window. "I'm sorry." Ronnie whispers. I shake my head. "It's not your fault baby. Don't ever think that."
The ride to the hospital was long. But not as long as waiting at the hospital for the news. We found out that we had lost two of our babies. We still had one. But we lost two. With heavy hearts, we headed home. And we stayed there for weeks. Just laying there. In bed. With eachother. And only eachother. Unanswered messages and calls from Betty and Jughead. Keller came by but was greeted by a closed door. We felt helpless. My phone kept going off. People wanting to know if I was okay. Was I okay?

It had been 3 weeks since the news about my parents broke and Ronnie miscarried. I haven't seen outside since that trip to the hospital. My room was filled with kleenexs and empty wrappers. I look over at Ronnie. The face that was once filled with joy, happiness, hope, was now filled with misery, helplessness and sadness. I was supposed to cheer her up. I was supposed to tell her that everything was going to be okay. I was supposed to be strong. But I was weak. I look at our dog Camilla. The poor puppy hasn't been walked in three weeks. (A/N Ik that's animal cruelty but for the sake of them not going outside, I had to say it :/) I need to fix this. We still have a baby on its way. We have a dog. We have prom in a month. We have eachother. I sit up. "Ronnie." I say. She opens her eyes and looks up at me with empty eyes. She has lost her parents as well. Not in the same was as me. But she still has. "Ronnie. We need to fix this. It's been 3 weeks. Poor Cami needs loving. Our baby needs loving. You need loving. I need loving. Babe. Look at us. We're miserable. Come on baby lets put our lives back together." She starts crying. "I'm sorry." She says. "I've been the worst girlfriend ever." I hold her in my arms. "Babe don't ever say that. We are starting brand new. You and me okay? We're gonna fix this." I tell her. She gives me a slight smile. It's not big but it's the only smile either of us have shed in the last few weeks. I grab her hand and we get out of bed. Cami jumps up, excited. I open the blinds and head downstairs to walk Cami. Ronnie heads into the bathroom. I'm downstairs when I hear a shriek. "AHH!" "Babe are you okay?" I scream, scared. "I LOOK LIKE A HOMELESS PERSON! BABE DONT LOOK AT ME!" Ronnie yells. I laugh. She's back.

A/N new chapter tonight :)