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▷Warning: this chapter contains talks of miscarriage and things of that nature. If that is a trigger or if you are uncomfortable reading things of that nature skip this chapter. This is my first time writing of such so if it's not accurate (or good) i'm sorry.-Eira
▷Inbox request: tomxreader where reader has a miscarriage and falls into her own sadness. I've read so many where it's just a scare and in the end they have a baby and whatnot but I don't want that to happen. I want it to real like they really are experiencing this loss and reader is forcing herself and tom to go through it alone. Anything but readers pov please.
-/-Tom's pov.
"(Y/n)" I called from behind her in the doorway.
"I've brought you some food. I really think you should eat."
-/- third pov- No response
That's how it had been for a few days now.(Name) rarely talking and Tom over compensating.
It had to have been a week since it happened but the pain was still there for both of them. Tom on the other hand didn't have time to grieve and mourn the loss they both endured. He was too worried about her and how she was doing. Which at the moment wasn't well at all.
It was a Tuesday morning when it all conspired. Tom naturally had a television interview for an upcoming movie but was interrupted by a buzzing in his pocket. Normally he wouldn't pay it any attention especially not when he was busy. But something about this particular call made him feel the need to check it on air. It had to be the rudest thing he'd ever done to anyone. The interviewer diligently continued talking even as a confused look fell I his face. "Is something wrong?" The interviewer asked tearing Tom's eyes away from the phone.
"It's just my wife calling." Tom mumbled still trying to wrap his head around why (name) would be calling him now. She knew he had an interview she even helped him pick out the tie. It wasn't like her to call like this. "Ah how is your wife?" The interviewer replied as Tom shoved his phone back in his pocket.
"Very well actually, she's home currently but I-" again there was a buzzing coming from his pocket.
She wouldn't call twice for absolutely no reason. Something had to be wrong for this to happen.
"Do you mind?" Tom asked gesturing to the buzzing cellphone.
"Be my guest," the interviewer obviously wanted Tom to answer on air if anything news worthy was exchanged.
"Is something wrong?" Was the exact way Tom answered the phone. Though he didn't get a response with words. Only unhinged sobbing was coming from his wife.
"Darling what's happened?" Tom lowered his voice and slightly turned away from the camera and the audience. He didn't want to raise any alarm and if he wasn't an actor fear could have been plastered over his face.
