Request: I've been needing a good christmas time cry so feel free to make this as sad as possible. I was thinking of something like The Ghost Of You . video because I cry everytime and Mikey, just Mikey. I had this prompt written out then it deleted fuck. I forgot what I was gonna say, anyways, i'm sorry if this wasn't detailed enough, im currently too busy crying oof.
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Note: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.
Warning: DON'T READ. Just... just don't read.
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After securing the final bauble on the Christmas tree, you took a step back to admire your handiwork with a sigh of content. As you scanned the tree, doing a final inspection to make sure that it looked perfect, your gaze stuck on the bauble with Mikey's name on it, and you couldn't stop the small, excitable giggle that slipped past your lips.
Having a husband who was in the military was extraordinarily difficult. The fact that he was countries away from home for indefinite periods of time wasn't even the worst part; no, the worst part was the worrying. The constant nagging in the back of your mind that wouldn't disappear no matter how much you willed it to, taunting you by reminding that there was no guarantee that Mikey would make it out of the next battle.
You looked down at your swollen belly and placed a protective hand over the bump.
Now that you were pregnant, that nagging had grown even more persistent. But fortunately, it had currently subsided to silence – because you had received reassurance that Mikey would be returning home for the holidays. In fact, he should be strolling in through the front door at any moment, now.
You bit your lip in excitement at the thought of finally seeing your husband after half a year of being apart, and stuffed another cookie into your mouth to keep yourself from squealing in delight.
Mikey had relayed the news of his return home during one of your Skype calls a few months prior, and you couldn't have been happier. You also couldn't wait to gift him with the best welcome home/Christmas present ever – the miracle growing in your belly.
The two of you had been trying for years to have a baby but you struggled tremendously to fall pregnant. Eventually, after five years of trying, you booked a consultation with a specialist, and that was when you received the heart wrenching news that you were unable to conceive.
Understandably, both you and Mikey were beyond devastated; a baby had been your dream since you had gotten married. To be told that you couldn't have one of your own totally broke you.
Then, by some miracle, six months ago your fate changed, and a trip to the doctor's office confirmed that you were in fact expecting. That moment was quite possibly the best moment of your life, and you could've taken to the streets screaming at the top of your lungs from the sheer happiness flowing through you.
As much as you wanted to tell Mikey right at that moment (or at least during the next Skype call), something told you to wait. And then when you received that call three months ago, you knew why.
You had to tell him – or at least show him – in person.
Walking over to the sofa with a smile on your face, you opened the box and took out the contents to admire it.
You had gotten a custom-made onesie for your little boy – one with a camouflage pattern and a cute military slogan.
Before you could start crying from all of the happy emotions you were filled with, the doorbell rang.
"Oh," you startled a little, carefully placing the piece of clothing back into the box before shuffling over to open the door.
A big smile formed on your face when you opened the door and saw your husband's brother and two best friends, all clad in their impeccable uniforms. Unlike you, they weren't smiling, and your own smile disappeared when you noticed that fact, leaving an awful feeling in your stomach in its place.
You knew what was coming next. There was only one thing that could. But you clung to the last, tiny shred of hope that you had, and opened your mouth to speak.
"What..." your voice was already thick with emotion, so you cleared your throat before trying again, "What's going on?"
Three pairs of sad eyes stared back at you, and the look in them already told you everything you needed to know. It wasn't even necessary for Gerard to reach into his inside jacket pocket and pull out the letter.
The moment you saw that godforsaken envelope, it was as if your entire world came crashing down. The only thing you could think of, the only thing you could see, the only thing you could feel was Mikey – in the worst possible way.
"No," you shook your head as your emotions took over and your entire body began to tremble; you stumbled backwards and clutched the doorframe for support, while Ray rushed forward to help you, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."
"(Y/N)," Gerard's voice was equally as broken as yours, and he blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears threatening to spill over, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've saved him. I should've-"
One of your relentless sobs cut him off and before he knew it, his resolve had broken and he found himself crumpling down onto the floor next to you.
No words could describe the pain you were feeling at that moment; it felt as if reality had warped, and you were in an otherworldly state. The only thing that was able to bring you back was the sensation of your son moving around inside of you, delivering a solid kick that shocked you back to reality.
But with the return to reality came the realisation that your husband had died without knowing about your child – a realisation that only worsened the pain and sobbing until it became unbearable, and you completely buckled into the arms of the three men.
You were completely numb to everything; the only thing you were capable of doing was crying. For a solid five minutes, you didn't feel anything.
You didn't feel the pain in your stomach.
You didn't feel Frank's grip on your arm tighten in panic.
You didn't feel the only remaining connection you had to Mikey start to slowly slip away.
And when you finally did – when you finally came to your senses enough to look down...
