Tomtord; When you see it you'll shit bricks

Chapter 8: is this loss?

It was the day of the appointment at Dr. Fischbach's office. "Tord you ready to go?" Tom shouted for Tord.
"Just a minute!" Tord replied, Tord was busy admiring his baby bump in the bathroom mirror before putting his shirt on. After he finally got his classic red hoodie on he got into the car with Tom. They finally arrived at the previously visited clinic. But, along with the clinic there were the protestors. They were chanting outside of the clinic. Tom tried to be more protective of Tord as they tried to make their way inside. Before they could weave through all of the protestors one of them had noticed Tord and grabbed him
"Hey let me go!" Tord shouted in a panicked tone. "SIR ABORTION WILL TEAR YOUR FAMILY APART DON'T GO IN THERE-" Tord tried to break away from the protestor but while trying to yank his arm away, the protestor rammed his other arm into Tord's Stomach. Tord immediately gripped it. Tom ran over and broke the two of them up. "OH GOD TOM HELP!" Tord screeched tears already rushing down his cheeks. Tom quickly helped Tord inside past the protestors.
"Tord are you alright??" Tom worriedly asked, which in response Tord shook his head no. There wasn't much Tom could do in that very moment but he could be there to comfort Tord, Luckily, Markiplier came in just a few moments later.
"Tord? Tord! Is everything alright?" The doctor was concerned for his patient's well being.
"I-I'm just concerned about- The-The baby" Tord stuttered out.
"Here come into my office you two and we can discuss everything." They were rushed into Markiplier's office. Tord was gently sat down with the help of Mark. "Tord what happened outside?"
"O-One of the protestors shoved their arm into my stomach." Tord was still crying. Mark's expression started to change into that of worry with a desperate attempt to cover it up,
"Would you like to do an ultrasound?" Tord nodded quickly. Tord just wanted to know if his baby would be ok. Mark took Tom and Tord into a different room and sat Tord up on a table. He prepared everything for the ultra sound and hooked everything needed up to Tord's gut. Mark looked down at a screen that was not visible to Tord or Tom. Tom gripped Tord's hand praying and hoping their child would be ok, Tord's mind was swelling with thoughts.
Please let my baby be ok, please let my baby be ok, please-
"Tord, Tom. I... Have some bad news." Tord's heart sunk. Tord already knew what was going to be said but he didn't want to hear it, but he still asked what it was.
"The baby, It's not responding." Tord's eyes filled up with tears, as did Tom's. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit." The second Mark left the room. Tord started whaling and screaming in agony. Tom couldn't even speak. He just gave Tord a hug and started crying. They couldn't do anything but just sit there and cry. After a bit, Tord couldn't cry anymore he just sat in silence. He had finally accepted the fact he was going to be a father just to have that chance ripped away from him.
"What are we going to do with the baby supplies?" Tom asked much too soon. This question caused Tord to start crying again. "I don't even want to think about that right now" he was able to spit out. Mark slowly creeped open the door to see Tord's orbs no longer amber, from all the crying. Mark didn't say anything but he handed Tom the bill. Then- PFFFFFFTTTTT. Mark blushed and ran out of the room. The smell lightened the mood. But not enough for Tord to stop crying, Tom signed the bill and left it on the table and grabbed his boyfriend and walked out of the building back to their car. He buckled Tord into the passenger seat and started to drive back to their apartment. They eventually got back home and once Tord left the car he just sat in the baby's room and looked at the walls, toys, and crib. Everything him and Tom had prepared for their future child.