Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

//Ronnies POV//

I woke up today a bit happier than normal. It was the second Tuesday of the month which meant I got to visit with (Y/n) today. "Alright Radke, time for the search." I leave my cell with no resistance, hands on the back of my head. "What's this? No cussing today?" Questions the patrol officer that searches my cell and finds nothing unusual. "Not when my wife is coming to see me." I answer in a neutral tone while having my body patted down. "How is she and the baby?" He asks me cuffing my hands and leading me to the visitation rooms. "Both are doing well as far as I know. She's eight months two weeks." A soft smile sprawls across my face. I might be in prison, but my child and wife keep me sane. "Is she here yet?' I ask the desk woman. "No baby, not yet. She's running late." I start to get a bit nervous. (Y/N) is never late when visiting.

Suddenly, Andy sits in the chair on the opposite side of the booth. He looks frantic and really worked up. 'Andy whats wrong?" I ask him hearing how out of breath he is. Andy is a pretty emotionally strong person. It takes a lot to really work him up. " (Y/N) is in the emergency room Ronnie she needed life saving help." He pants. "What the fuck happened!" I yell receiving suspicious looks from the officers. "Tyler broke into your house and kicked her in the stomach. We dont know if she miscarried or if they had to induce early labor yet. (Y/N) was bleeding so bad. We dont even know if she's alive anymore she was in critically dangerous condition." The phone falls out of my hand and hits the desk with a loud thud. The only thing that comes from my mouth is violent, rage filled screams. My fists grip my hair tightly. I finally lost my fucking mind! My head hits the desk incredibly hard. I was so furious I didn't even feel the pain. I couldn't do anything. I wasn't there to save her. I killed my family it's my fault. My body shivered up my spine rigidly making the entire surface rattle violently. "Radke, You're free to leave." Slowly I raise my head looking savage I would imagine. "What the fuck are you talking about." My voice sounded malicious. "Mr. Biersack bailed you out." "We need to get to Intensive care FAST." Says Andy sprinting down the hallway. I follow feeling so many things. 'Here I brought you some clothes." He says in the car turning on his flashers and speeding out of the prison yard. I think we reached over a speed of one hundred and twenty miles before finally arriving at the hospital.

Busting through the doors I rush to the front desk. "Where is she. Where is my Wife (y/n) Radke. I need to see her." I was heavily out of breath. "Room two eighty four." Standing in front of her door was the most painful things I've ever had to go through. I didn't know what I would see. My wife lying dead on a hospital bed? My dead child? My now born child? It was mind numbing. Swallowing down my anxiety, my hand strikes the door with a few knocks. A doctor exited her room. "Im sorry, family members only." I was tired. My damned soul was tired. "Please. Im her husband." My throat burned. I couldn't handle anymore walls in my way of seeing her. It was too much. Stepping aside, the doctor granted me access to see her. The first thing I noticed, her stomach was flat. Something happened. I was trembling. "(y/n)..?" Her eyes opened. She was looking at me, breathing. My wife is alive. "Ronnie? How did you get out?' (Y/n) was very obviously drugged on anesthesia from a surgery of some sort. "Andy bailed me out.." She moved on her bed wanting me to lay with her. As I did, (y/n) cuddled up to me as if nothing happened. I held her the way I did in the shower. Silently. She was listening again but I prayed to god she didn't hear the shattering my heart was doing. Laying my eyes into her hair, I couldn't hold it anymore. It was too much. Tears poured from my eyes. "Fuck." I whispered under my breath. I very rarely let my emotions show. I had to get over it I was crying. "Mr. Radke?" A female doctor spoke to me, waving that I come with her. "Due to the trauma of your wife's stomach, we had to do an emergency Caesarean section, or C-Section in layman's terms." Her green eyes I felt like they were drifting into my soul, looking right through it. "Did we lose the kid?" Those words burned my tongue. "You didn't lose either of them." I felt my entire world just become brighter. I didn't have one child, I had two! "Would you like to see them?" She asks. "Please yes." I felt my eagerness following her back to the nursery. Two of the twelve infant beds had my last name on them. One blue the other pink. A son and a daughter.  I can't describe the amount of instant affection I felt when my eyes laid on both of these small babies. "My wife, is everything going to be okay..?" I question. "She lost quite a large amount of blood, she may be a bit dizzy but other than that she'll be fine. There is something that concerns me about your little boy." She continues. "The trauma from the initial hit we believe may have damaged his motor or thinking abilities. We won't know until he's about four or five and learning to speak" Even though that fucker may have mentally damaged my son, I'm going to do what I can to help both my children. I'm just incredibly grateful their both alive. I notice neither of hem have names yet. "Hey uh, doc, why don't they have names?" "Your wife insisted that we didn't name them until she could speak with you." My heart throbs to see her. Returning to (y/n), she seems a bit more awake now. "Hey beautiful." A smile faintly seeing her eyes light up when she sees me. Her frail arms around me feels like the world is in my fingertips. "Did you see them?" She asks softly as I nod. "I sort of have a name for the little girl, if your interested?" I say stroking the back of her hand with my thumb. "I kinda have a boys name on my mind." "Tell me the boys first. I'm curious." I smile. "Well, while you were on your summer tour, that's when I officially met Juliet. We talked a while until she told me about your early life. If it's okay with you, I want to name our son Anthony." I couldn't speak. That was such a heartfelt offer. I can feel my brother looking down at me right now smiling. "Perfect." I choke out. "What about the little girl?" She asks. "Willow. Willow Grace Radke." I say receiving a nod. I embrace her.
At the moment, I knew for once, everything would be okay.