Riverdale Imagines and Preferences

Sweet Pea - Miscarriage

It had only been about a month after the night you told Sweet Pea the news. You were pregnant. With his baby. And at the young age of 17. Your dad was devastated and even disgusted but your mom was sincere and caring. If it weren't for her you would've been banished from your childhood home in Riverdale that night.

Although it was extremely hard telling your parents the news, it was much scarier telling your boyfriend of six months. Online, you even looked up numerous ways to tell him without everything going to hell. You just wanted it to be at the right moment, the right time. It took you a while to realize there was not and would never be a right time or moment. You just had to tell him.

You remembered the night so vividly. The stars were shining brighter than ever when you opened the door to see your towering boyfriend standing over you with a smile. Despite the humongous pit of fear and nervousness that set up what felt like a permeant home in your stomach, you smiled back.

You snuggled into Sweet Pea with a blanket draped over you. You both had decided on watching a horror movie, especially since Sweet Pea loved the way you would cower behind him for safety.

Halfway through the movie you couldn't take it anymore. This secret was eating you up from the inside out and you couldn't take another agonizing second of it. Suddenly, you feel his lips press against the top of your head in a loving gesture.

"I love you." He whispers and pulls you closer. You bite your lip and sit up. You don't even look back to see the confused expression on his face. You take a deep breath and nervously turn to face him. He pauses the TV, his features filled with worry.

"What is it?" He has always told you you're too easy read.

"I...have to tell you something." You feel as if your stomach is in your throat. This is really happening.

"I've kept a secret from you." You curse yourself for stalling. You see his face slightly pale. You would give anything to know what he is thinking as he, on the other hand, is incredibly hard to read.

"Sweet Pea.." you look down at your hands.

"I'm pregnant." Your voice wavers and doesn't come out as strong as you were hoping for. Then again, what were you hoping for?

If his face was pale then, you don't know how to describe it now. You feel very unwanted tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper in a hushed voice. After a few moments of long silence, your head perks up as he starts to speak.

"Don't be sorry."

"What do you mean? I'm 17! I was nearly kicked out of my own childhood home the other day. I don't even know what to do!" You're full on sobbing now.

"Come here, baby." He says in a soothing voice. You cry into his shoulder for what feels like hours as his warm hand runs up and down your back.

"I'm going to take care of you no matter what, okay? We're going to take care of this baby. Together." He says into your shoulder.

You wipe at your eyes and sit up to look back in his eyes. You can't help but enjoy the relief flooding through you in waves. Unlike most people Sweet Pea isn't looking at you any differently from when he walked into your house an hour ago.

"Thank you. So much." You sniffle with a smile.

Ever since that night, Sweet Pea had been driving you to doctor's appointments, helping you adjust to, well, everything about pregnancy, and even taking the liberty to inform himself on fatherhood. You couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. But most of all, he had always been there for you. On your worst days when you felt like the whole entire world was against you and the days when you couldn't contain your excitement for the newborn inside your stomach, he'd always been there to listen.

It was the day marking one month with the baby. After school, you walked into your bathroom feeling...off. You had been feeling cramps earlier but didn't think anything of it. Now those cramps were coming back, but at a much more painful rate. You winced and even clutched onto the bathroom sink for support for these cramps were so painful you couldn't even hold your own body weight up.

Suddenly a shriek left your lips and echoed through the bathroom. You fell to the floor, clutching your stomach. Fear invited its way into yourself when you felt something wet start to grow between your legs. You breathed heavily as you struggled to take off your black leggings. You felt like throwing up as you saw red. Red. Red everywhere. It's the one of the things that remains so vividly in your mind. That bright ruby red.

You cry as you literally throw your arm up to the sink and grab your phone you had left there. You fingers fumble to dial his number. Every ring makes you cry harder.

"Hey-"

"Sweet Pea! I think somethings wrong with the baby!" You scream into the tiny phone, trying your best to stop that dark thought to even come close to reaching your mind.

"Fuck, okay I'm coming over. Don't move." And with that he hangs up leaving you alone with tears and a broken heart.

Only minutes later, Sweet Pea bursts through your closed bathroom door and seems shocked at the sight in front of him. You, pressed against the wall crying as blood litters the floor around you.

Without speaking he scoops you up and sprints out to his car.

***

The silent beeps of the machines in your hospital room replace the silence left behind by the doctor who had just left. You stared at the aqua green material given to you that covered your body. It was rough and crinkly, making an agitating sound whenever you moved only the slightest bit.

"I'm so scared." Sweet Pea looks up at you. He places his hand over your own and squeezes tightly.

"What if-"

"Y/N." He interrupts you before you can vocalize your fear. Probably any to-be-mother's fear. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off when the doctor re-enters the room, clutching his clipboard.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry but this is has been a miscarriage." The doctor announces solemnly. It doesn't even hit your already ringing ears. It doesn't seem to soak in, just laying on the surface.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Sweet Pea placing his head in his hands. He tugs at the roots of his hair.

The sound of crying fills your ears and you look around to see who it is. Not until the large, warm tears hit your hospital gown do you realize it's in fact you who's crying. You've never felt this weak before, so out of power.

One of the last things you can remember is crying into your hands and desperately hoping this was all just a nightmare. A horrible horrible nightmare.

***

Sweet Pea's POV

I quietly carry her fragile body up the stairs. She was absolutely devastated when that damn doctor came in and shattered her dreams with 11 words. I feel my face fall as I see one of the many baby magazines she'd been reading sitting on her nightstand. Despite her fears, she was ready to welcome this baby with open arms.

I softly place her down in her bed, careful not to wake her. Looking at her now, her face is relaxed. Nothing like earlier. It hurt worse to see her completely shatter into pieces in that stuffy hospital.

I decide to stay with her and lay down next to her, staring at the ceiling. It's only seconds later, she unconsciously snuggles into my arms.

I was wondering when I would smile again.