The Summer I Fell in Love

Our Miracle

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Nick's POV:

I simply couldn't believe it when the doctor told me. A miscarriage? Neither Jordan or I knew that she was pregnant. My mind was racing a mile a minute, and the doctor was trying to explain to me what was going on, but honestly, I couldn't focus. This was all so sudden and out of the blue. I looked down of my wife, who was stirring and about to wake up. How would we tell her? What would happen? Would our marriage be okay, would she be okay? I was trying to be strong, but I was breaking down.

Jordan woke up in a confused state, and asked what happened. When the doctor told her that she suffered a miscarriage, my heart shattered. I didn't even know what to say to make her feel better. I knew how rewarding it was to become a parent, and to have that taken away from you is too much to bare.

When I saw Jordan putting together the pieces in her mind, I couldn't help but just sob. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to lose the love of my life.

Sybil came over to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Nick," she whispered, "why don't you go into the other room and pull yourself together, Jordan needs someone strong right now."

As much as I hated to leave Jordan, Sybil was right. This was going to be a rough road ahead, and I needed to be as strong as I can for Jordan. I escorted myself out of the room to get some air, and just try to pull myself together for my wife.

Jordan's POV

I just laid there staring at the doctor trying to process what the hell just happened. Did I hear correctly? A miscarriage? I didn't even know I was pregnant to begin with.

"But doctor, I just don't understand..." I said while trying to remain composed.

"Mrs. Carraway, I am terribly sorry. Some pregnancies just don't work out. You are in perfect health, but the baby just wasn't healthy, causing you to miscarry."

"But, how far along was I"

"About seven weeks."

Seven weeks. I looked back, and around seven weeks ago, Nick and I were on our little getaway on Cape Cod. We talked on the beach about how we wanted more children. Now, I lay in bed absolutely stunned, drained, and sort of numb. I was in a complete state of shock. The doctor told my mother I was to be on bedrest for the next few days, to gain my strength. He made his was out, and then, everything set in.

I had lost my baby. My one duty as a mother is to keep my children safe, and I had failed. I adored being a mother, and the idea of having another child made my heart swoon. But, I lost my baby. What if I couldn't give Catherine a sibling, or Nick another child? I was grateful for what I have, but I can't help but feel that I've failed my family.

My mother came over to my side, and placed a damp cloth on my forehead.

"Now Jordan," she said in a hushed tone. "I just want you to relax, and follow doctors orders. You need to be in bed for the next few days, and I don't want you to worry about a thing."

"What about Catherine, where's Nick?" I said with reality of my life setting in.

"Don't worry, dear. I put Catherine down for a nap, and Nick's in the other room. He's worried about you, you know. I can tell he loves you."

I nodded, and then, I couldn't keep my emotions in control anymore. Large tears formed in my eyes, and fell down my cheeks. I had failed. I lost our baby. I silently sobbed, and showed more raw emotion in front of my mother for the first time in a long time. I didn't know what she was going to do about it, but I couldn't hold back.