Melwood- Falling in Love Behind the Cameras

Fine

Chris's POV

"You-you lost the baby?" I asked slightly stunned. Melissa held in a sob. She bit her lip as to not start crying.

"Yeah," her voice cracked. I walked over to her a took her hands. A tear gathered at the bottom of her eye, like a cup filled to the rim, almost flowing over. It glinted in the sunlight until it finally fell and made its way slowly down her cheek. I placed my hand on her face, wiping away the tear. She closed her eyes for a second and exhaled. She let herself cry a bit more.

"It's okay, it's okay," I said to comfort her. "There's no need to rush when we're ready we can always try again."

She nodded and started to sob a bit more. I pulled her in for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and she rested her head on my chest. We both were devastated. I hugged her tighter as I tried to recall the joy I felt just minutes ago, the joy of finding out I would've been a father. I had always debated whether I really wanted kids, and now I really knew. She stepped back from the hug and bent down to pick up the box and the onesie.

"Melissa, it's okay, you don't have to-"

"No, we were going to have a baby, but she's gone. We deserve to grieve." Melissa said sternly, wiping her face. She carefully folded the onesie, her hands shaking slightly. I handed her the pregnancy test and she placed both items back in the box. She covered it with the lid and held the package in her hands. I held onto the outside of her hand and rubbed her upper arm. The box was so neat, so perfect, a little present with a bow on top. She walked over to the bookshelf and placed the box on the very top. When she turned around she burst into tears, practically running into my arms. I rocked her back and forth as we stood there together.

Melissa's POV

That whole day felt so foggy and slow. After Chris found out we just went back to unpacking and finally finished. The box stayed on that bookshelf, I had a feeling it would be there for a while.

It was hard returning to our daily life, but eventually, we were able to, move on. Of course, we could never forget about it, but after support from our families and friends, we started becoming happy again.

It was a few months after that day we found out. I was fully moved in and we were shooting scenes left and right for Supergirl. I sat with Chris in his trailer. He sat forward on the couch while my legs draped over his lap, my back against the armrest. We shared a bowl of popcorn while some random channel was playing on the TV.

"You know what I just realized," Chris blurted out still watching the TV.

"What?" I asked while grabbing a handful of the popcorn.

"We have been dating for almost a year now, and you haven't been on my motorcycle"

My eyes widened at the thought. "No no no no, I am not getting on your deathtrap-bike thing," I stated with worry.

He laughed and looked over at me. "My 'deathtrap-bike thing?' I will have you know that it is only a so-called 'deathtrap' when you have no idea what you are doing, but lucky for you I happen to be very good at riding a motorcycle."

I giggled. "Oh really?" I asked

Chris smiled, "Yes! And I'll prove it to you. Tomorrow we will go out on my bike."

I groaned shoved a handful of popcorn in my mouth. "Fine," I said with my mouth full.

"Yes!" Chris cheered, and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

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Author's Note

okay yes this chapter is really crappy and a super weird transition but I felt like so many sad things were happening and I wanted to make a happy thing happen. Not to worry though because after this small storyline I have a really sad idea so prepare yo self.