Steve's POV:
Soda and I sit on the couch holding hands as the detectives sit on the other couch.
"When your daughter disappeared, the note was on her baby carrier seat?" Detective Johnson asks.
I nodded. "Sodapop found it."
"Who's Sodapop?" He asks.
Soda slightly raises his hand, and Johnson nods.
"Okay, for now, we need to wait. Wait and see if Josh sends another note."
I hope this works, I hope Josh isn't hurting my baby.
"How old is your daughter um..."
"Natalie," I say.
"Yes Natalie, how old?"
"She's 1 week old today."
He writes down information on a piece of paper.
"Okay, now we have to wait."
Wait? I don't want to wait, I want my daughter back. I lean on Soda's shoulder and he wraps an arm around me.
"Don't worry, we'll get her back." Soda says to me soothingly and kisses my forehead.
A few hours later...
I'm starving, but I don't want to eat now. I can hear my own stomach grumbling.
"Stevie, you need to eat." Soda says.
"No. I don't want to eat, I miss Natalie."
He sniffs, "I know you do, so do I, but please eat. Your health will go down, and it'll help your stomach, do you need a pain killer?"
"Yes. My stomach hurts badly from crying."
He grabs the pain killer pills and water and gives them to me. After I take it, I lay down on the couch. The whole time, I kept thinking of my baby girl. She's probably scared. Hungry. Hopelessly lost. Confused. I hate this!
I run outside and start puking. Soda runs to me and gets on my level. "Are you okay?"
"NO! I'M NOT OKAY! NATALIE IS GONE!" I whine and lean on Soda. He starts crying as hard as me, and we stand there hugging each other crying. I hate life! I want to die! This is all my fault!
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Forever Mine-A Stevepop Story
FanficThis story will be in Third Person POV and Steve and Soda's POV only. There's also MPREG in this story. Warnings: smut, cussing, rape, self harm, death, and violence (I'll warn you guys)