Julie and the phantoms visuals, imagines and preferences

•Misscariage - Reggie Peters•

Comment and vote please
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW - if you aren't comfortable reading about miscarriages please don't read this, there aren't any majorly graphic scenes but just in case

Your Pov (you're 23)

Reggie and I had been dating for about 5 years when this happened, only about a year had gone by, even if it feels like a lifetime ago. We were both 22 at this point and I have always regretted my actions during this time period.

~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~

I don't know why I feel so shit. I feel as if I could throw up at any moment. It must be food poisoning, or the fact that I'm missing Reggie - he's on tour with Sunset curve again - those have to be the only explanation, right?

~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~

It's been two weeks since this whole feeling sick thing happened and it's not getting any better, if anything it's only progressing. I think might ask my mother, if she could get me a doctor appointment. I walk down the stairs - where my mom is making dinner- to go and ask her if she could.

"Hi mom." I say to my mother as I walk into the kitchen.

"Hello dear." she says as she turns around from the stove to greet me.  she then walks off to get some kind of seasoning or spice for the food she was currently making.

"Whatcha making?" I say to her in a singy-song voice, because I was starting and she won't let me eat until dinner.

"Some curry, extra spice just how you like it." she says cheerfully.

Usually I would jump at the chance for curry but now, just the name of it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

"Well, have a whiff" she says encouragingly.

So to make her happy, I lift the lid off of the pot and take a nice long sniff at the spicy meal. And soon enough I wish I hadn't, because as soon as I inhaled the spiciness of the mixture in the pot, my stomach yelled "NOPE" and I felt everything coming up. I sprinted toward the bathroom but just as I left the room I heard my mother say.

"I know my cooking is bad but I didn't know it was that bad."

After I cleaned myself up, I went back into the kitchen and said sorry to my mom and told her that it wasn't her food that made me sick, it was that I was sick for the previous 2 weeks. This is when I finally asked her to get me an appointment, which she happily agreed to.

~~~~~~~another time skip~~~~~~

Finally I'm going to the doctor to find out what is wrong with my insides.

We are now waiting for the doctor in the examination room.

"Hello there, I'm doctor Graham. what seems to be the problem?" he said

"Well, the last couple of weeks I've been feeling really sick and when I smell some things it makes me very sick and I feel like I need to throw up all the time." I said back.

"Ok well it might just be the flu but I'll run some tests just to be sure." He said

Once he was done with the tests - taking blood mostly a he walked out of the room, before re-emerging a few minutes later.

"Well it looks like you don't have the flu." he said quite shocked.

"Then what do I have? It isn't deadly is it?" I ask starting to worry.

"No, but I do think if I tell you in front of your mother, it might be deadly for you" he said still staring at the paper in his hand.

"Just spit it out." my mother said.

"You're pregnant." he said.

"What?" i said quietly with widened eyes.

"WHAT?" my mother yelled.

"Three months to be exact." he said.

after the appointment and a rather long, and very awkward, car ride home, my mother raced into the house to tell my father about my sins.

They eventually ended up giving me a two hour lecture on why sex is bad and about how I have to now take responsibility for what I have done.

But all that was going through my mind was how I was gonna tell Reggie.

~time skip to her first ultrasound~

After a few days my parents calmed down about the whole baby thing and now they are really supportive. I still haven't told Reggie because he was still on tour and I felt like I should tell him in person.

We are currently in the waiting room at the doctors office ready to go to my first ultrasound.

Finally we get Called into the examination room and I am told to lift my shirt up and I do so.

The doctor the squeezed a blue (very cold) goo onto my stomach and finally uses the wand thingy to look at the baby.

But after a few minutes he puts the wand thing down and turns to me with a sad look.

"I'm sorry I can't find a heartbeat it seems as if you have had a miscarriage." he said. Needless to say I was in shock.

I just stared at him for a while until my mom finally pulled me out of the room and into the car.

Throughout the car ride we don't speak there is just the hum of a song playing in the background.

As we arrive home I run up to my room, ready to break down and that's exactly what I did.

What am I gonna tell Reggie?
Will I even tell him?

I don't know what to do

And that's when I heard a knock at my door, and someone runs into my room and yells "SURPRISE!"

I turn around and see Reggie standing there with his arms outstretched for me and so I run into them. He pulled away from the hug, after a few minutes.

"Why were you crying, babe?" he asked worried.

And that's when I did the thing that I regret most in life.

"I was just crying because I missed you so much." I lie.

"Well I'm here not don't worry, baby girl."

The mention of a baby, brought tears to my eyes, but Reggie didn't know the real reason Behind my tears and he never will.