Baby girl...

^Checked^ - Chapter Forty Five

Adyms pov

"Go home? Are you insane?" I shout, leaning against the car. Amy get in the car and blanks me. I shake my head and get in the driver seat.

We both sit in silence. There's nothing to really say after you found out your partner has just lost your baby.

I look to my left to see Amy, crying. Not making a sound. "I was going to start painting the spare room. I wanted to do a nursery-" She cries out, hiding her face. I sigh and lean over, cuddling her as best as I could

"I know baby. It's hard for both of us." I whisper, kissing her head. She cries a little more. "I'm going to ring your mum." I say, she nods, wiping her eyes.

I climb out the car with her phone in my hand. I dial her mum. She picks up immediately.

"Hello?" She says happily. I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"Hey, it's Adym," I say, scratching the back of my head, "I need to tell you something." I say, resting myself against the car.

"What is it hun? Everything okay?" She asks. "Where's Amy?" Questions being fired.

"She's in the car. I-it's the baby." I whisper, holding back my tears.

The line goes silent.

"The baby? She's lost it hasn't she?" Instantly, she knows.

"Amy's broken down. I don't know what to do. How do I comfort her?" I ask, getting nervous. "I'm not even going to be a dad anymore." I shake my head, kicking a rock that was on the road.

"Adym hunny. Calm down. Just take her home and I'll be round as soon as possible." I thank her and we say our goodbyes.

I climb back in the car and start the engine to see Amy asleep against the glass, snuggling into my jacket. I look down at my knees, knowing how hurt she is.

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"Oh baby!" Amys mum cries as she enters the house. Amy instantly stands up, hugging her.

"I wanted to be a mother. I was ready. A new house and-" I turn away, not wanting to see Amy cry. I go to the kitchen and hold myself up against the kitchen counter.

I know I didn't want to be a dad. And that it was a mistake...

But the more it knew she was pregnant, the more I believed I was ready for a child.

It got to a point where I was excited for scans and hearing the heartbeat.

Now it's gone.

I move my hands across the counter, angrily. 2 new cups fall to the tiles, smashing. I hold back my tears and rest my head in my hands.

I feel a familiar pair of hands touch my face.

Amy's.

"Baby, come sit down. Please." She whispers, holding my face. I keep my eyes shut for a couple of seconds and walk to the living room with her to see Amy's mum bolt to the kitchen to clean the mess up.

We both sit on the couch and look ahead to the white wall for roughly 7 minutes before Amy's mum returns.

"I know it's hard for you pair. Extremely. It may not have worked out now but maybe it was a sign?" She explains, placing her hand on top of mine. "There's way more opportunities in the future." She says, before standing up and leaving our house.

I lay along Amy's legs as she played with my hair. Something she tends to do when she knows something is bothering me. Or if I'm upset.

"I love you Adym. I really do." She whispers, kissing the side of my head. I lift my head up and kiss her lips before putting my head back down.

"Get some rest." She says, placing the blanket on both of us. We both cuddled until we both fell asleep.

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I wake up, relatively early?

I climb out of Amys grip. We both didn't move from the couch. I stand up and look down at her. Gosh, she's so beautiful.

It still hasn't really sunk in that I'm no longer going to be a dad. All I want to do is curl up with Amy and just keep saying everything's okay. Everything's is going to be fine.

But it's not. And we can't exactly just stay inside and contemplate our lives for the next year. We need to carry on with our lives.

I head to the kitchen and begin to make Amy some food and a coffee. I turn the cooker on and put some bacon into the pan. As the sizzle echoes through the kitchen, I turn around to grab a cup to see Amy looking at me, wrapped in the blanket standing at the door. She smiles weakly at me.

"Morning babygirl." I whisper, going over and kissing her head. She smiles slightly more and hugs me tightly. I hug back, reassuringly. I head back over to the pan and continue to cook the bacon.

"So is this going to be a regular thing? You making me breakfast every morning?" She laughs-

Finally, a real smile.

"If it makes you feel any better then of course." I say, cooking some different bits.

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(Trashhyyy I know. Sorry.