Big Hero 6 x Reader One Shots

(106): Small Bump

Sad Pregnant Reader x Tadashi as requested by FanficOreoLover. Obviously inspired by Small Bump by Ed Sheeran.  Enjoy. (Unedited).

You were excited. Your baby, your little (baby_name) was going to have (his/her) next ultrasound today. You cheerfully get ready. You pull your (h/c) hair up in a ponytail and put your shoes on.

"Ready, love?" Tadashi asks from the doorway of the bedroom.

You smile. "Yup. We both are." You hug him. He smiles and kisses you.

"Wonderful. Let's go, then."

You're laying on the table in the doctor's office, chatting happily with the nurse as she smears the blue green gel on your swollen stomach. Tadashi holds your hand and strokes it absentmindedly. His eyes watch you at all times.

"Alright, let's check on the baby," The nurse says. She smiles as she observes the screen. Then, her eyes widen. A few seconds later, she checks the monitor closely.

"What?" You ask.

She purses her lips together in a tight line.

"What is it?" Your voice is shaky.

"Sweetie, have you felt the baby kick at all during the passed couple of days?"

"N-No. . ."

She sighs and turns back to you. 

Tadashi stands up straighter. "What is it?"

"I can't find a heartbeat," She announces.

"What?" You whisper.

"This is common for the first pregnancy. . ."

"No," You whisper. Every part of you collapses. Miscarriage. Miscarriage, repeats in your head over and over.

Tadashi looks down at you and squeezes your hand.

You begin sobbing. Messy, sticky tears fall down your face.

"I'm very sorry," The nurse apologizes. She pats your hand. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry."

You remove your hands from their grasps and cover your face. "Thanks for telling us," Tadashi says politely. The nurse leaves you alone with Tadashi. He kneels on the floor and pushes your hair back from your forehead. "___."

"Our baby. . . Tadashi, what do we do?" You remove your hands from your face. Tadashi strokes your cheek.

"We try to move on."

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That night, Aunt Cass makes dinner and brings it over. Tadashi spoons the casserole out onto a plate for you. You sit at the table but don't eat.

"___, you have to eat," Tadashi says quietly.

"No," You say. "I can't."

"___-"

You stand up and run to the bedroom. Tadashi follows. He holds you on the bed, his hands rubbing your back softly. You cry into his shoulder. "Tadashi, why did this have to happen?"

Tadashi sighs. He wishes that he had the answer. "I don't know."

"It's not fair," You cry. "(He/she) was so little. . . what did I do wrong? I'm awful. I couldn't even protect my baby."

"No, love. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. Everything happens for a reason."

"What do we do, Tadashi?" You ask again.

He gives you the same answer. "We try to move on." Then, he adds: "We celebrate the short life our little (baby_name) had. We love (him/her). We don't give up on our family. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."