Sanders sides oneshots

Soft Side Part Two

Trigger warning ⚠️
Remile (Remy x Emile)
Angst/mpreg
Emile's POV
This is set right after Roman and Virgil get kicked out and call them.

I cuddle close to my husband, my stomach doing flips. I've known I've been pregnant for a week. We're taking the next flight back to Florida to be with our son.

"You okay Em?" Remy asks and I shake my head and start to run off.

I rush into the bathroom as a wave of nausea hits me. I feel my husband sit next to me and rub my back soothingly. I finish emptying my stomach and Remy helps me brush my teeth and drink some water. I sob into his shoulder, the fear of him being angry that I haven't told him weighing on me.

"Em? What's wrong? You can tell me anything." He tells me and I start bawling.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you! This pregnancy isn't like when I was pregnant with Roman! Am I dying? Is the baby dying? Everything hurts!" I wail and he freezes.

He starts to laugh, causing me to sob harder and run off. I hear him yell for me as I run out of our hotel room and to the nearest bus. I'm heading on the closest flight home. I look back to see my husband staring, tears in his eyes. I answer a call from him. One of the many.

"This prank isn't funny." He whispers.

"It's not a prank you dumbass!" I whisper yell.

"Em! What happened to you?! Lying! Cursing! It's like you've been replaced with a worse you! This isn't the sweet innocent man I married!" He yells.

"You know what?! Maybe we shouldn't be married! If you're gonna be a dick then you can stay far away from me! I'll have the divorce papers to you when you get back to Florida!" I screech and gasp at my words. What is this baby doing to me? To us?

"No! Nonono! We can make it through this! This doesn't have to be the end of our relationship!" He wails and I pause. He refuses to cry in front of me.

"I'll stay with you for our children. That's it." I grumble. He lets out loud sobs.

"I love you!" He sobs.

"That prank isn't funny." I grumble and cries harder.

"But it's not a- oh my god." He gasps mid- sentence.

"I'll see you when you land. We'll work out sleeping arrangements for the time it takes you to win back my trust. Goodbye Remington." I grumble angrily and he breaks down into loud sobs.

"J-Just give me another chance! I b-beg of you!" He wails.

"Fine. Just, never do that to me again, okay?" I ask and can hear his sobs quiet down to small sniffles.

"O-Okay! I won't ever do that again!" He's obviously extremely happy at his opportunity.

"I'm at the airport. Pick me up and let's go back to the hotel." I whisper and hear him start running.

Suddenly, the doors to the drop off zone open and Remy runs in, panting. He lifts me into his strong arms and carries me to his car, just like how he did on our wedding day.

"Remy." I whisper and grasp his hand.

"What's wrong?! What can I do to help?!" He panics and I shush him.

"Just, get me to a hospital! Now!" I screech and he starts the car and speeds off.

I grasp his hand for dear life as I feel a stabbing pain in my abdomen. I slowly start to panic as I see blood. So much blood. I slowly close my eyes, despite my husband's plea to stay with him.