Cinematic Universes United

Chapter 13

Emily POV

The next day, I wake up and the feeling of loss inside burning me up, but I try my best to suppress it. I hear the normal noises signaling the wakeup of the household, and slide the blankets off of me, looking down at where my tiny baby bump was forming but is now completely flat again. I rub my hand subconsciously on it, and tears start to form in my eyes.

"You okay?" Dean asks, propping himself up on his elbow, and looking at me, his eyes full of concern.

"Yeah." I lie and wipe away the tears.

I sit up and slowly get out of bed. Before I know it, Dean is by my side, helping me get out of the room, his hand on my back, and my head on his shoulder. I start silently crying again, before restarting my act of being okay. When we get into the kitchen, I sit down in my usual chair, a deadpan look on my face. Jakie walks in and apologizes for what happened, but I just wave it off. Dean takes his hand off of my back and starts preparing breakfast. As Dean passes by Jakie, she scurries away and hops onto Newt's lap.

"Emily, are you sure you're okay? Min Min just wants to help." Minho says semi-jokingly, sitting beside me, and rubbing my back consolingly.

"I'm fine." I snap, as Minho takes his leave and gives me the space I need, and Newt gives me a concerned look.

"I'm okay!" I scream and storm off.

A couple of minutes later, Dean finds me curled up in our room, my hand resting on my stomach again, and he approaches me cautiously. He sets a tray full of food on the bed, and I just scoff and turn my head away.

"You need to eat, Em." He says, and gently pushes a plate of eggs towards me. I not so gently push it back, and it rockets across the tray and spills all over Dean's clothes.

"Stop it!" I snap. "Just... Just leave me alone to grieve!" I sob.

He puts the tray on the vanity in the corner of the room and sits down next to me on the bed. He lays his big hand on top of my small one, on my stomach, and we just sit there like that for a while.

"I know you think it's your fault, but it wasn't." He says and gives me a light peck on the cheek. I turn my head to him and scoff.

"It was. If I hadn't tried to console JC, none of this would've happened." I say, and the tears start pouring down my face, and I can't stop them.

"You can't let this ruin your life. You know, that was my child too." He confides and gets off the bed.

He grabs my wrists gently and tries to pull me off of the bed. I go limp to make it harder for him to pull me off, and wince in pain as my stomach starts to be a bitch. He stops and lets me fall back on the bed. I groan again, as the pressure it too much for my stomach to handle, and curl up in a ball again.

"Hey, can I come in?" Jakie asks, lightly rapping on the door. Dean must've nodded because she comes down and sits on the bed, as far away from Dean as she can get. Dean takes his cue and leaves the room. Jakie scoots over to me and rests her warm hand on my shoulder, reassuringly.

"Go away," I whine, and try shaking her hand off. Her fingernails simply start to dig into my shoulder, and her hip tightens, telling me that she's not going anywhere.

"Do you want to talk?" She asks and lays her head down behind me, and we just lay like that, cuddling for a while until I start openly crying.

"I was f-f-finally getting m-m-my d-d-dream. Of having a-a-a loving-g-g family. But now it's a-a-all gone." I sob, rolling over so that I'm crying into her shirt.

"Hey... It's okay... Shhhh... I've got you..." Jakie consoles, rubbing my back with the arm that I'm not laying on. "It wasn't your fault. So, stop blaming yourself." Jakie says and hugs me really close to her body.