Disavowed but Not Forgotten (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 Fanfiction) ✓

Chapter 17

Author's Note: If you have any writing tips, please feel free to comment.

Again, I gratefully accept constructive criticism as a means to help me develop my skills as a writer.

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Chapter 17

Red and Yuri were strolling through the main street, the sea visible right in front of them a few kilometers away. Red was clutching the coat tightly to her as the bone-chilling weather did not subside in spite of spring being just around the corner. Yuri was wearing a light jacket and a scarf; Spetsnaz taught him to be comfortable in any type of weather so this felt like a light cold breeze. He was teasing her constantly but her mind seemed to wander off as she smiled uncomfortably at him. He asked her if she was alright but she wouldn't budge so instead, he suggested that they should go to a nearby cafeteria and have a hot beverage.

They settled in the corner and ordered some coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. The cafeteria was very cozy; the majority was chatting away happily while others were looking glumly at the television which was reporting news on the war. Yuri rested his hand on her thigh and gazed into her eyes. He was going to talk but they were interrupted by the waiter bringing them the coffee and the cake. Red sipped her coffee and warmth flooded through her body.

"Yuri, I need to tell you something," she said.

"So that's why you weren't talking and avoiding me at all times," he realized. "And you shouldn't drink coffee."

"Can we act mature for a bit, please?" she asked upset.

"What's wrong?"

Red took another sip and let the sour taste settle on her tongue.

"I miscarried two days ago."

Yuri's head snapped at her direction so fast that she thought it was going to come off. His mouth opened and closed multiple times, he looked like a fish.

"Well..." he started.

"I'm sorry. I know that you were looking forward to-"

"Doesn't matter," he interrupted and forced himself to smile.

"Yes, it does," said Red stubbornly. "Let's talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about," he shrugged, wolfing down the cake. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

"Of course you are. I'm guessing you're relieved."

"Listen," she said, heating up. "It's true that I never wanted this but it doesn't mean that I'm happy about it."

"Why did you wait two whole days to tell me?"

Red rubbed her neck and looked down.

"I was scared..."

"You told your friends already didn't you?"

"Yes," she said meekly.

"Unbelievable. And to think that the first one who should know, should be the fucking father."

"I told you I was scared!"

"Of what?" he asked enraged.

"I knew you were going to be disappointed."

Yuri sighed and posed his dessert fork on the empty plate and put an arm around her.

"It's not our fault. It's nature's way to inform us that the child was not ready to be born."