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Chapter 7 Ryan's POV

3 days later

"Cut!"

We're in a park shooting a scene where I'm spying on someone before going on a killing spree. We've been doing takes after takes but I think that was the last one. I sit down waiting for further instructions from Roger, I see Ella texted me. Spending the weekend with her was definitely what I needed, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I smile at my phone typing my reply to her text. I miss her already.

"I'm glad to see you smile again!" Roger gives me a light punch on the shoulder.

"Thank you, the weekend was amazing!"

"How's Ella?"

"She's doing fine, she has to watch her blood pressure but she seemed happy."

"Alright, back to work!"

I get to my room at 11, I'm exhausted going to bed right away not even bothering taking off my clothes. I do however grab her shirt as usual. Her beautiful face pops into my dream. A good one this time.

An annoying sound pulls me out of my sleep, it takes me a while to realize my phone is ringing. I finally pick up, still groggy. A frantic voice is rambling words.

"Who? What is going on?" Confusion thick in my voice.

"Ryan! Wake up! Something happened to Ella!" I sit up in bed, wide awake now.

"What's wrong?" I ask Emma.

"Can you come? Please!" She begs with her voice choked up.

It must be really serious for her to ask me to go home in the middle of the night. I get a bad feeling of Déjà vu experiencing the same panic I did when Ella had the accident. I tell Emma I will be there as soon as humanly possible before calling Roger. I apologize over and over again but he tells me my wife is more important. I then ran to the airport while booking the earliest flight.

The ride from the airport to the hospital gave me time to come up with many scenarios in my mind. All of them were scary and painful. I saw Ella's mother in the hallway before getting to her room. I asked what was going on but she told me I should talk to Ella. Emma hugged me when I entered the room before stepping out quickly. My love is sleeping and I don't know if I should wake her up or not. "What the fuck is going on?"

Reaching for her hand, I sit on the bed next to her. At least she's not looking all bruised up as she did after the accident. I lean down to lay a kiss on her lips, she opens her eyes. Tears immediately form in them as she sits up hugging me before burying her face in my chest. The wait is killing me but I know she needs a minute before I get her to talk to me.

"I'm so-sorry!" she stutters.

"About what, babe?" I get her to look at me.

"I-I..." she takes a deep breath, "lost." She throws herself into my arms crying hysterically.

I'm at a loss for words, I feel like I've been punched in the face. She lost the baby. And I wasn't even here for her. My arms hold her tightly, rocking her until her sobs are under control. My mind is hazy, unable to form a sentence to comfort her which makes me feel like a loser.

"I hope you won't get in trouble for coming here?" She finally says.

"Ella! You're my wife, my life! Who the fuck cares about a damn movie? But if it makes you feel better, Roger told me to come and not worry about our schedule. Babe, what happened? I'm so sorry!" My voice cracks looking into her beautiful brown eyes that are red and puffy from her tears.

"I was having cramps... then I felt a sharp pain making me dizzy. Thank God, Emma was sleeping over. She brought me here, called you, and mom. The doctor said... I... lost... She said it wasn't my fault." Her eyes look down.

"Why would you think it's your fault? I just wish I would have been here for you." The last part came out in a whisper.

"How about we both stop blaming ourselves? You are here for me! You jumped on a plane to be here for me!" Her hands hold my face before her lips press onto mine. I kiss her back softly.

She has come a long way since I've met her. She's obviously hurting but I see how strong she is. Me on the other hand, I feel myself crumbling inside. I heard her say I'm here for her but the guilt is slowly eating at me. "I need a fucking drink!" What kind of man leaves their wife all alone with a risky pregnancy? I'm such an asshole! I shouldn't have left her in the first place.

"Don't do that please!" She whispers.

"Do what?" I'm confused.

"I can tell you're feeling guilty, I love you. Forever. It's not your fault." Her hands rest on my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I try to pull myself together for her sake. "I love you forever," I say holding her to my chest so I can hide my face in her hair.

Unable to hold it together anymore, tears start spilling. I feel her arms tightening around me while she tells me it'll be okay. "How is she so strong right now?" Pulling me down with her, my head on her chest, she comforts me. The touch of her hand in my hair, her steady heartbeat in my ear help me calm down. I must find it within me to be strong for her but for now, I let her hold me.

The rest of the day seems to drag with her wanting to go home but the doctor insisted she stays here to check on her. Her mother brought us food for dinner. She's always very nice to me even with the language barrier. Ella tried to teach me a few French words but I still can't make a full sentence.