Broken Heart (Chase Brody X Reader)

~ Chapter Fourty-Five : Leave Me ~

I looked out the window, watching the cars drive down the street past our house. Olivia was in the front yard, collecting flowers while every now and then, she'd look at me and smile a little bit. I'd smile back, but I felt sick faking it. In one hand, I clutched my t-shirt I wore, and in the other, I clutched his onesie. The little blue onesie decorated with yellow duckies, and green stars. Chase picked this one. Ultra sound pictures were spread across the coffee table, along with old meals that were cold and uneaten. He was trying to help. He only wanted to help. "(Y/N)." He called from the kitchen doorway. I closed my eyes and pulled my knees closer to my knees. My stomach growled for food. I listened as his footsteps approached me, and as he sat on the couch next to me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, "You need to eat." I ignored him. Chase sighed and pulled me to his chest, then running his fingers through my hair, "It's been two weeks. You need to eat, you're weak-" "We lost a baby." I mumbled, "Again." Silence fell into the quiet house. Avery looked up from where he sat on the floor by the couch. He whimpered quietly. Salty tears built up in my eyes, "We lost another baby. We lost our baby boy. Our Tobias." I wiped my cheeks and pointed to a play mat covered in fabric dinosaurs that were colored pink, green, red and yellow. "Right there." I spoke, "He was going play with his toy cars and color blocks. He'd sit there and giggle and try to crawl and talk. And other there," I pointed to the dinner table, "He'd sit in his high chair and he'd get baby food all over his face and cry to get out of his chair." "(Y/N), stop. Stop thinking about it-" "How can I stop?" I choked, "Two weeks ago, I was happy and pregnant. We were having baby showers and talking about football games and karate." Avery then rested his head on my lap and gently licked my palm with his wet, pink tongue. I petted his fur and scratched behind his black ears. "You had a miscarriage." He stated quietly, "The high blood pressure, stress, and the past miscarriage and uterus damage you suffered years ago resulted in your miscarriage." I dug my nails into my thigh as I squeezed my eyes shut, "Chase, shut up-" "I came home, two weeks ago, drunk and I cheated on my beautiful, pregnant, fiancé. Being drunk had no excuse." He continued, "Next thing I know, we're in the hospital, where you delivered a dead fetus. A dead baby, our dead baby." "Shut up-!" "You held him against your sweaty chest and cried, because you knew he was dead! Dead, just like all the other babies we've tried to have. He's gone, and he's not coming back!" "Go to hell!" I screamed and repeatedly shoved his chest, punching and slapping him. He tightly grabbed my wrist and watched as I cried, the tears falling down my face and spotting my shirt. "I-I'm sorry..." I mumbled, "I'm so sorry, Chase-" "Sh, sh, sh. It's okay, Love." He wiped my tears and rested me against his chest, rubbing his fingers through my hair. "I just wanted a family...you know?" I choked, "I wanted a baby to hold, and to breastfeed. I wanted to cry with when they didn't fall asleep and I was sleep exhausted.  I wanted to take them to school and make their lunch. I just wanted a baby."
      Chase and I sat on our bed as Olivia looked through magazines. "Mom! Look at this one!" She turned the magazine towards us and shoved us a white wedding dress. I smiled and looked at her, "That's a pretty dress, honey. But I don't think we're going to have an actual full on wedding-" "Why not? I think Olivia would make a cute flower girl." Chase smiled. Olivia's eyes automatically lit up in excitement, "I'd look sooo cute!!!" I giggled and tucked some brown hair behind her ear, "You want to be a flower girl?" She nodded vigorously. "Big wedding it is."