Married To My Private School Teacher

Chapter 39

(A/N: Hey everyone, hope you are all doing well. I'm a little concerned that you guys aren't enjoying this story? I seem to be losing readers, and not getting any comments on the last couple of chapters, I hope you guys are enjoying it as I am genuinely enjoying writing it! I do have some not great news, next weeks update is looking unlikely to happen, this is the last chapter that I have finished writing and I'm currently still writing the next chapter, I haven't had time to write as much lately as I have been back to my normal working days for a little over a month now, and this weekend has been rather busy as today is my birthday (23 years old), but as of next weekend, I will be off work for a week, so I do plan on spending as much of that week off or 9 days catching up as much as I can on my stories! I may, if I don't manage to update next weekend, try and update during that week I'm off, fingers crossed! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it is still in ELLIOTT'S POV, and I am quite happy with how it turned out, I hope you are too! Have a great week, stay happy, stay safe! Laters :P) 

It's been a few weeks since I realised I am in love with Finn, a few weeks since I tried to break up with Morgan in order to go back to Finn. A few weeks since I found out that Morgan is pregnant with my child. Honestly, I can't say that these few weeks have been bad, but I just can't get Finn out of my head. I love my child, even though Morgan is only about 9 weeks pregnant, and technically it isn't even a baby yet, I can't wait for these next 7 months to go by so that I can meet my boy, or girl.

We haven't been to the doctors yet for confirmation, either Morgan can't pull out of her work, or I can't pull out of mine. But we're definitely going to get an appointment for by the time she's 12 weeks, so I only have to wait another couple of weeks or so until I get to see our little bean. I'm excited, I'm becoming a Dad.

I arrive home from work, and see Morgan laid on the sofa watching TV. I put my things down and go to join her.

"Hey" I say as I sit with her. I notice her sniffling.

"Hi baby" She sort of whispers.

"Babe, what's the matter? Is it pregnancy hormones?" I ask as I comfort her. Why is she upset?

"I'm scared to tell you" She answers as she wipes her eyes.

"Why? What's happened? Is the baby ok? If not, I will phone the doctors and get us an appointment for right now, or first thing" I tell her.

"Please, don't hate me" She begs as she starts losing control of her emotions.

"Babe, talk to me, why would I hate you?" I question. She's being silly now. She mumbles something that I can't understand. "Say it again, louder this time" I say.

"I lost the baby" She says.

"What?" I question. Is this some sort of wind up?

"I had a miscarriage, this morning, I only just got back from the hospital an hour or two ago, they told me to rest for a couple of days, gosh it was horrible, our little baby" She says, crying uncontrollably.

But she was fine this morning, apart from not feeling 100% so she called work and told them she was sick, she said she was experiencing some minor stomach cramps and nausea, I thought it was morning sickness, we both did, I offered to stay home with her to look after her, she insisted she would be fine cause it was just part of the pregnancy. She miscarried?

"You've miscarried?" I question, for clarity. She nods as she buries her head into my chest.

"I'm so sorry, you were so excited to be a Daddy, and now I've lost our baby boy or girl" She cries. I hold onto her tight.

"It's ok, it's not your fault, these things happen" I tell her as I tear up. Our baby is gone, we only found out that he or she was growing a few weeks ago. And now he or she is gone.