The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Jeanie

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(y/n)'s POV

"Dan?"

I was sat up in bed, placing a cautious hand on my stomach. I had felt a sudden pain to wake me up at the early hours of the morning. I heard him suck in a breath and roll over to sit up beside me.

"Yeah honey?"

I flipped up the covers, sensing that something was really wrong. I looked at the blood stained sheets and let out a cry, waking up Dan fully.

"What's wrong?" he glanced at the sheets and I whimpered. Something felt really wrong. He gingerly helped me up as I felt a sudden contraction. He murmured words of encouragement, calling to Phil. Phil came down the stairs and joined us in the elevator, sweat droplets forming at my forehead. Dan sat with me in the back of the car, letting me grip his hand and steady myself against him.

I let out a breath, Phil whipping into the hospital parking lot. I couldn't quite focus on anything in the moment, and before I knew it I was surrounded by nurses and my doctor. I was laid back against a bed, sitting up and groaning each time a contraction came and went. Dan held my sweaty hand the entire time, despite the fact it grew to hours of waiting and chatter.

I could hardly hold myself together from the pain.

"I can't," I sobbed and Dan pet my sweat soaked hair.

"Yes you can, I know you can," he said.

"No I can't do this, I can't. Two babies? I can't."

"You can do this, I believe you can. No, I know you can because you're (y/n). You have this in the bag okay honey?" A nurse pulled him away and I whimpered, laying back. I wasn't near to dilated enough for it to actually begin. Contractions passed like clockwork and I could hardly tell what was tears and what was sweat. Dan wiped down my face with a grim look on his.

"We're ready," I let out a cry, scared out of my mind and in so much pain I was near delusional. Flashes of pain washed over me and I could only hear yells in my direction. I followed as best as I could, feeling a sudden weight slip from my body. Then another. I collapsed back, my chest heaving like I hadn't breathed in years.

Hands cleaned away at my body and I laid limp, Dan watching over me. I just needed to see my children. I needed to see them now. Dan insisted that they were cleaning up the babies and that they'd be delivered soon. I laid back, my eyes lulled back into my head while Dan shakily pet my head. It was a long time before I felt somewhat normal and my eyes would lay open normally. My breath had settled and a doctor called Dan from the room. I sat, waiting and exhausted for Dan to return. He walked back in the room, eyeing me cautiously.

"Ma'am, your child," a woman offered up a small child to me. I held a soft bundle of fabric with a baby sleeping soundly. She peered up at me with beautiful eyes just like mine, though I could tell by the chestnut wisps of hair on her head that she was going to grow up looking like Dan. I felt myself well up and I looked up at the nurse.

"Where's the other?" I asked. She glanced to Dan for a moment before looking back to me.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid that either during pregnancy or birth, your son passed," she said. "If you'd like to see him I can bring him and you can decide what you'd like to do."

"Yes please."

She left and I looked away at the wall, my eyes filling with tears. I held my daughter closer to me, shaking. How could this be? I felt overwhelming emotion wash over me. Such grief for the loss of my child that I had carried for so long. My daughter whined slightly and I shushed her.

"Shh it's okay baby, I've got you," I said, letting out a shivering breath. Dan placed a hand along my shoulder, looking down at the baby.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"There's no need to be, it'll be okay. We just have to love this baby the best we can," I murmured, tears spilling over onto my cheeks. I let Dan pull her up from my grip and I felt an empty weight in my chest.

"Ma'am?" I held out my arms and Dan watched carefully with me at the motionless bundle in the nurse's arms. She placed the baby in my arms. He was light and small, his skin blue and cold to the gentle brush of my fingers. I placed a shaky kiss to his head, holding him to my chest.

"I wanted to name him Daniel," I murmured.

"Then let it be his name," Dan said and I looked up at him. He held our daughter closely, but still wiped the tears from my face.

"I'll miss you so much baby," I murmured.

"He has brown eyes," the nurse offered and I let out a sigh, smiling the best I could. "I can take him and arrange for him to be buried."

"Can you please mark him as Daniel Jr.?" I asked and she nodded, taking him away from me. I let out a breath and wiped away my tears before Dan handed me our daughter. I held her against me, watching her sleep peacefully. She was small too, but she stuck through and made it for me. "Thank you."

"What do you want to name her?" he asked, still wearing his grief like a mask. I knew he had experienced something like this with his brother. I felt guilty for being the reason why this had happened to him again.

"Jeanie," I said.

"Why Jeanie?" he asked.

"Just like it," I said softly. He nodded, looking at her again.

"Jeanie."

~Calymari