10 29 & 39 pls
TRIGGER WARNING: MISCARRIAGE
“Stop pushing me away.” Calum says, trying to communicate with you. “Please, Y/N, talk to me.”
You had it all, you were happy. You had a house, friends and family, a loving husband and a baby on the way. The doctor had already told you the baby was a girl, and you were over the moon. She would’ve been beautiful, Calums eyes and your nose and lips. She would’ve been beautiful.
And then that night happened.
You were craving again, pickles with peanut butter this time. You were just walking down the stairs, when you slipped. The next thing you know, blood was everywhere and you were screaming bloody murder.
Your baby would’ve been beautiful, if you hadn’t slipped.
You lie in bed, all day long. You hand on your belly, where once was that little human being.
“Y/N don’t you think I’m hurting, too?” Calum cries, kneeling beside you. He takes your hands from your belly and presses kisses to them. “If I had just gone to get the fucking pickles and peanut butter, like you asked me to, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Calum…” Your voice is hoarse from the crying and not talking for days.
You just wrap your arms around him and cry with him.