A/n: I have been an awful writer! I left this fic sitting for like 2 years and I haven't written a thing. I feel really bad, and even though I know nobody is interested anymore, I think I'm going to try and start updating again :)
Can someone explain to me how a hotel can charge $10 for some pancakes?!
Comments:
@user1: Why y'all acting like you don't make millions
@its_y/n: bro. I wish. You know how expensive baby stuff is? I shoulda started saving as soon as I was out of the womb
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@MsSarahPaulson: Update on the pancakes: We went to McDonald's instead
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@emmaroberts: Your hotel is quaking rn
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@official_y/n: Man I love this dude
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You and Sarah had decided to take a week or so off for her birthday, it had been a while since you had time for each other and you thought a vacation would be the perfect solution. You had been in the Bahamas for a few days so far and everything was perfect. The way the sun rays settled on Sarah's skin made her look ethereal, like a real life angel sent from heaven itself. And by god was she an angel. She had brought so many gifts to you. If you had been told a little while ago, that you would be engaged and pregnant, you wouldn't have ever believed them. The fact that it was Sarah there by your side throughout these milestones was a huge bonus.
You had made a reservation for you and Sarah at a fancy, ocean side restaurant to celebrate her birthday. Everything had gone smoothly until you started experiencing some serious cramps in your stomach area. It made you panic of course, but you failed to mention anything to Sarah as you didn't want to ruin her day. It was probably just Braxton Hicks, after everything you and Sarah had been through you didn't want to believe that it could be anything worse.
"Everything okay love? You look uncomfortable" Sarah asked as you couldn't help but wince at the pain shooting through your lower stomach.
"I'm okay, the babies are just having a riot up in here, it's hurting a little"
You were lying of course. It was beginning to get intense, like a spasm running along your skin. You whimpered as another shot along your abdomen, longing for Sarah to take you home and hold you until it passed.
"Oh god, sweetheart I think we need to go to the hospital" You quickly glanced up at Sarah, your eyes betraying you, letting her know exactly how scared you were.
There couldn't be anything wrong with your babies. They weren't even here yet. It was up to you to look after them, and you hadn't done anything wrong. All you could think about was what you could have possibly done to deserve this. Your brain already convinced of worst case scenario.
Your brain and anxiety had always been your downfall, always convincing you that something horrible was going to or already was happening. It was usually wrong, just a way to make you panic at every little thing. But this felt different. It felt wrong.
You felt unable to answer Sarah, the pain too much for you even to move. You were sure you would need her help to get to the car, it was already making you want to double over. You just wanted the floor to swallow you up, to take the pain away and when you opened your eyes again, for you and Sarah to be at home.
*Time skip*
"Sarah I'm so scared"
Sarah pulled you closer as you whimpered into her arms. Your underwear was slick with red, a scary crimson, and you were terrified. You must have done something wrong, maybe you hadn't taken enough care of yourself, taken work too seriously. Whatever it was, it wasn't worth the pain and terror of what was happening.
You were sure you had lost them. Your perfect babies, gone forever. A doctor was coming stat to your location, you had been given a bed and had laid there silent. You felt numb and yet the stomach pains still hadn't subsided. It was like you were feeling all the pain in the world, and yet you felt nothing.
"I'm just going to check on your babies with an ultrasound, can you lift your shirt for me?"
Sarah grasped your hand as you lifted up your blue shirt, the color matched the liquid slowly running down your cheeks. The jelly was cold as always and you prayed that everything was okay.
"I'm so sorry Ms. l/n, it seems you have lost one of your babies. I unfortunately can only find one heartbeat, my deepest condolences"
Every sound in the room merged into one, all your senses screamed at you. Sarah's sobs mixed into the beeping of the machine next to you, the sound of the doctor leaving the room overshadowed by his words echoing in your head. You had lost one of your babies.
From the moment your baby was lost, your soul was in such intense pain. You wanted to run in every direction at once, to shatter your own atoms and become infinite ghosts so as to find them, to bring them home safe and sound. Safe and sound within your lovers arms.
