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HEYO! Once again, I hope every single one of you are staying safe and are following the necessary precautions. This is part 2 of the Kiwi series as you can tell from the title and I hope you guys enjoy! Get ready bc a lot happens here!
Credit goes to the original writer, @maybgrayson, on tumblr and edited my me.
Summary: She's having his baby and it's "none of his business," or maybe it actually is? Does Andrea finally let Ethan in and what happens after she wakes up to blood?
Warnings: Mentions of Miscarriage, Abuse. Maybe smut?
A/N: italics are flashbacks and texts.
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🥝🥝🥝 Her eyes are deceiving her. They must be. An ambulance's lights below are beaming into her window in inconsistent flickers that burn her tired, unadjusted eyes. That has to be the red she sees when she lifts her sheets.
Andrea rolls over and flips on the light that sits between her and Hannah's beds. When the light fills every dark corner of the room, she notices her hands tremble violently. With fingers that feel as though they could sear through her skin, she peels her blanket back again. Her breath drops, the sheets covered in red, and then when she pulls down her underwear to look at them, also red. Dark red. Blood red.
"Oh, fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god." Andrea lets go of her panties and places her hand over her belly, closing her eyes tight and wishing for the ignorance of sleep to take her back. It's a stupid, childish move that proves fruitless because Hannah rustles in her bed.
"No, no, no," Andrea mumbles, every fleck and flush of color draining from her face. The rest of her skin starts to burn with her fingertips, and her heart palpitates in a way that feels as though it stops between beats.
Hannah jumps up, surveying the room before her concerned eyes land on Andrea. "What- what's wrong?"
"It's - I think..."
Hannah gets her footing steady. She moves closer and reaches to pull Andrea's blankets from her. Andrea cries out, holding the sheets to her chest before Hannah manages to pry it from her grip.
"Oh, shit -- I mean... It's not bad. It's not that much blood. It's okay," Hannah's usually confident voice teeters with uncertainty, only working to turn Andrea's blood colder.
"Do you have cramping?"
Andrea shakes her head no.
"Okay, then you're fine."
"You're not supposed to bleed while pregnant!"
"Fuck- I know, I know. Okay. Do we call an ambulance?"
Andrea's silent as images flash in her mind of a child with her dark hair and Ethan's nose; a baby with chubby hands and dark eyes that are wide and so curious for the world. She thinks of how often women say childbirth is the worst pain in the word, but that pain is always temporary, and it's the most rewarding pain of all. She used to find that so fucking cheesy, but as she lay there now, she wants it for herself. She held a life in her hands, proof of it hanging from the fridge in a grainy black and white photo, and now she can feel it slipping through her fingers like sand on Myrtle Beach. She doesn't want the last speck to fall away. It was just the beginning.
