Wattpad is doing the thing again where it smushes my italics. I'm going through and fixing it now :/
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Josilyn POV
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"Why do I only hear one heartbeat?" I whisper and Louis's eyes widen as the realization hits him.
He whips around to face the doctor, "You said they were both okay!"
"T-They are, I'm sure of it I-I saw.." He begins to fidget with the equipment.
"I don't care what you think you saw. How come we can only hear one heartbeat?" He grows frustrated, looking between the nervous doctor and the screen.
A few tears silently began to stream down my face and my bottom lip begins to tremble. I lost my baby.
I don't have my twin babies anymore. I've lost one of my babies, now one of them will be without their half. I feel like an organ has been ripped out of me. Why do these things always have to happen to me?
Between Louis's yelling, the doctor's claims, the loud pulsing in my ears, and the tension in the room, I feel a headache growing and I only cry harder, putting my head in my hands.
"...I promise you, there are two babies in her stomach," he speaks reassuringly as he continues to mess with the equipment.
"I don't careif there are two in her stomach. We just need to know if they're both alive!"
"Sir, if you can just stop yelling and give me a moment, maybe I can figure out what went wrong I —"
Louis opens his mouth as if he's going to respond again but his eyes flicker over to me. He stops, taking a double-take. Instead of responding, he comes over to the bed and scooches his way in. I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders tightly, kissing the top of my head.
The doctor exhales a sigh of relief. As Louis occupies himself with holding and comforting me, the doctor takes that moment to start inspecting the equipment and to see if he can figure out what's wrong.
He purses his lips and fiddles with his bottom lip for a moment in thought. After excusing himself and telling us he'll be right back, he turns and leaves out of the room.
The only sound that fills the room is my shaky breathing. Louis pulls me to him tighter with one arm and places his other hand onto the beginning of my bump, avoiding the area with gel on it.
"Everything will be okay, Jo," he mumbles reassuringly into my hair.
"You don't know that! We lost our baby."
He wipes my face, "No, we maybe lost our baby. The doctor thinks that there's just something wrong with the equipment so there probably is."
I scoff, "Louis you were just screaming at him a minute ago, what changed?"
"Babe just listen to me– well first, look at me," he hooks his finger under my chin and gently nudges it upward to look at him. I sigh and meet his wishes, looking up to meet his eyes.
He wipes my face again, "Everything will be fine, alright? Whatever happens, it will be. Whether we've lost one of our.. o-our," he gets choked up for a moment and I squeeze his hand, "angels, or not. We'll get through it together, okay?" His thumb moves under my eyes again.
"Okay," I whisper, nodding, "I'm sorry I keep crying I just– I'm scared. I don't want to lose my—our baby," I sniff.
"You can cry until your little heart out gives out, I'm not judging you. Cry all you want babe." He speaks into my neck and I smile slightly.
