Dan and Phil's daughter Italy gets her marks the night before she turns 16. But she's in for a tough journey with her soulmate Cameron. This is the tale of their first year as a couple.
Sequel to Matching My Marks
These last few days have made me so happy, I don't even know how to explain it. Cameron and I went out baby shopping yesterday, looking for cute things for the nursery. We decided that I was going to move in with him and his moms because our apartment didn't have room for five people. I would still visit home of course, but I wouldn't live there anymore. We were planning on moving me in during later June after I finished school.
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Cameron spent the night with me, as he's been doing a lot. For the last few days, he barely leaves my side. He says it's to make up for how long he's been gone. He's told me that he went crazy without me and that he needed just to be near me to feel better.
For the last two days, I've been feeling pretty rough though. I can't tell Cam though. He'll worry too much and take me to the doctors, which I hate. I love that he cares, but sometimes between him and my dads and his mums and my friends, it can be quite overbearing.
But this time, this time something was wrong. I woke up at two in the morning, agony seeping out from my stomach. I flicked on my lamp and shook Cameron, wincing with every movement.
"Babe? What's up?" I heard his groggy voice as he started to wake up.
"Cam I think something is wrong." I whimper. "Something's wrong with the baby." I look down, and there's blood on the bed. "Shit. Cam, we need to go. NOW." I'm panicking now. Cameron sits up and looks over.
"Fuck." Is all he says before he's out of bed, running around to grab his keys and phone. He shoves them into the pockets of his pants while also putting on a pair of slippers. "We'll be okay baby." His arms gently go underneath me and pick me up, my arms wrapping around his neck on instinct. The pain was overbearing at this point, right in my pelvic area.
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Four hours later, I was in a hospital bed, sobbing. Cameron was holding onto me, trying to calm me down, but he was also really upset. We lost the baby. We lost Hayden Phoenix. At 3:26 this morning, I suffered a miscarriage. I lost my baby at 23 weeks, and I'm devastated. Cameron called my dads and his moms, and they were all on their way. Dads said that they called Ember, my birth mom, too. The two of us just needed a lot of emotional support. We were just starting to be a family again, and we lost our baby.
Half an hour after we called everyone, they arrived. Not a single person wasn't unhappy. We were all distraught over the fact that we lost a family member. Hayden would tie the two sides of our family together. But now, now we don't have her. And there's a chance that we could never have a biological child. Hayden was a miracle. A true miracle. Our little miracle is gone. Now we could never have a chance again.
"It's okay Italy. It's going to be okay." Papa soothed me, while I cried heavily into his chest. Dad rubbed my back and Cameron held my hand. Cam had plans with his friends but canceled them, telling me that he wanted to stay with me instead. I apologized over and over to him about taking him away from his friends but he insisted that he could hang out with them another time and that I needed him right now. And he was right, but I still felt bad. I threw us apart for a long time, and as soon as we get back together, something happens.
I love you butterscotch. I saw the words appear on my arm. I look over at Cameron and he held a pen in his hand, I could see him fighting to keep the tears back. Papa followed my gaze, then Dad. I think they got the hint, because they got up, and asked Millie, Jillian, and Ember if they wanted to join them to go get coffee. Thankfully, they all agreed and left the two of us alone in the hospital room. Cam joined me on the bed, letting me curl into his side.
"I'm sorry," My voice cracks as I start to apologize. I had so much to apologize for, and I wasn't really sure of where to start. "I'm so sor-"
"Don't apologize, baby. This was out of your control, there was nothing you could have done to prevent this. You were a model mom. I know what you're thinking. You have a lot to apologize for, but please don't. You couldn't have predicted how I was going to react. You didn't know that this was going to be medically difficult. You couldn't have known that I wasn't going to be there for as long as I was gone. You didn't have any way of knowing that you would miscarry. Please don't apologize over things you have no control of." His hand was linked with mine, fingers intertwined. "I know it's going to be tough, but we can try again when we're older. Once we can agree that we're ready before we get to conception."
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I fell asleep in his arms, the emotional distress tiring me out. I woke up a few hours later, but Cameron was gone. I was alone in the room except for the nurse, who was changing my IV and checking a few things. "How are you feeling honey?" She asked sweetly.
"Upset," I manage to croak. "And miserable." She nods sadly, seeming to understand me. The nurse left a few minutes later, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn't focus on one thing for long though. Thoughts were flying a mile a minute and I was feeling drowsy from the medication they had me on. Ember walked in not too long later, a depressed look on her face.
"My poor little one," She sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed. My birth mom and I weren't that close, but she was always there for me when I needed her. "I want you to know that you're not alone. I've had a miscarriage too." I look at her in shock. I never heard about that. "You're actually a rainbow baby," She starts. "Before you, I was pregnant with your Dad's sperm, in your dad's first attempt at having a baby. Everything was going great for the first three months or so. But at about week 18, something happened. The baby wasn't strong enough, and I miscarried. We later discovered that your Dad's sperm wasn't strong enough, which is why they decided to go with your Papa's when they tried again for you, six months later. I'm always here to talk to, I want you to know that. I love you, Italy. And I know what you're going through." Ember got up and kissed my forehead.
"W-will you do my hair? For old times sake?" I ask weakly, looking up at her. Ember smiled weakly and nodded, helping me sit up.
It took a while, but she eventually did all of my hair. We talked the whole time, and she distracted me from the present. It was a welcome distraction from the last twelve hours.
As soon as things start going right again, they break. I just hope I'm not out of glue to pull it together. It feels like the bottle of glue called my life is almost empty.
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Teaser: Cameron's sweet gesture
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