Interracial Random Fandom Imagines

My Fault {Derek Hale}

*Teen Wolf*

No, this can't be. This is just a nightmare. Yeah, that's it. A nightmare. I'll just close my eyes then open them again and everything will be okay. I'll still be happy and our baby will still be alive.

"Y/N?" Derek asked.

I remained silent.

"Y/N?" Derek asked again. He walked into the bathroom and saw me in the bathtub. "Y/N!" he shouted before running to me.

I just remained still then I started crying.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "Why are you crying? Is the baby okay? Are you in pain?"

"I'm so sorry," I cried. "I failed. I failed you. I failed the baby. I failed myself."

"What are you talking about? You didn't fail anybody," he chuckled as he stroked my protruding belly.

"I did. I failed Derek. I failed."

His expression went dark.

"Do you mean..." he began.

"The baby is dead, Derek. It's dead, because of me," I cried. "I couldn't even keep our child alive."

"What happened?" he asked quietly. "What happened?" he asked, louder.

"While you were at a pack meeting I wanted to get something from downstairs," I started.

"No," he mumbled.

"I slipped and I fell down the stairs. I felt so much pain and when I looked down, I just saw blood. I'm so sorry."

"No," he said a bit louder.

"It's my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I wasn't careful and now our baby is dead because of me!" I shouted. "I failed as a mother Derek. Do you know how that feels?"

Derek took me into his arms as I sobbed into his chest. After a few moments I felt something wet hit the top of my head. I looked up and saw Derek crying as well.

"It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault," he kept repeating.

And I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or himself. He must've felt like all of this was his fault too. He promised he'd always be by my side and get me anything I needed but he was at a pack meeting and I tried to get something for myself which resulted in me falling down the stairs.

But I was the one who fell down the stairs. I was the one who killed our baby. This wasn't his fault. It was mine. My fault.