*Jonah's Point of View*
"I'm sorry sir. There was nothing we could do. She was too small." I felt the grip on my wife's hand loosen as I felt my world break apart.
The tears came out of my tear ducks uncontrollably. I sat down letting go of my baby's hand and running my own through my hair.
"I'll," The doctor cleared his throat. "I'll leave you for a moment."
The door closed quietly, leaving me to hear my own sobs. I heard soft movements and I opened my eyes to look at my worried wife.
"Baby?" She questioned looking around analyzing the room. "Why are we in a hospital?!"
I sighed and stood up grabbing her hand weakly.
"Baby you passed out," I stopped myself trying to hold back the tears. "The baby's gone."
Her face dropped as she tried to comprehend what I was saying.
"Jonah..what do you mean?! Where's my daughter?!" I lowered my head and let my muffled cries come out.
"She passed away. She was unstable when she was born." I heard her suck in some air not letting it go.
I started to hear her crying softly. "Oh my baby!!" She sobbed.
I slightly sighed, quite annoyed. "She was my daughter too!" My voice boomed through the room.
Y/n's head shot up and she gave me a questionable look. "What do you mean Jonah?! I never said she wasn't?!"
I groaned and sat down pulling at my hair feeling the tears get hotter on my face. The door opened and in came a doctor.
"Hi." She spoke softly. "I need you to fill out some paper work." Y/n nodded and took the papers kindly.
The doctor left leaving me and Y/n alone. "Whats it about." I questioned and got up standing beside her.
"The baby. Name, date of birth, stuff about us." She said calmly.
"Why are you being so calm about this?" She looked up at me and dried her tears.
"I can't feel anything Jonah! My baby daughter just died! My husband is being a jerk, and I'm just damn well trying to fill out some paperwork! Get off my ass!" I huffed and stomped out of the room heading for the bathrooms.
I sat down and sighed trying to calm my breathing.
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I walked back to the hospital room after sitting in the bathroom for a while. I felt a lot of guilt. I had lashed out on Y/n for no reason, we were both going through the same thing.
I approached the door and stared at it blankly. I was waiting for the worst as I slowly opened the door. I looked in to see my petite wife laying on her bed crying her eyes out.
She didn't even have any energy to look up as I walked over to her.
"I'm sorry." I choked out.
Her head pulled up and she looked at me with puffy eyes. She didn't say anything, just hugged me. I sighed and felt both of us needing each other so much right now.
I clanged onto her little body in my arms feeling as if I didn't hold her, ever ounce of would disappear.
"Baby." I whimpered and kissed her head over and over again. "I believe in us. We'll get through this. Together. Me and you. Forever."
