I was standing in the doorway to our little boys bedroom. He was supposed to sleep in there in a few weeks but looking down at my stomach that wasn’t going to be the case. When I was alone in the house while Tyler was out somewhere I would stand in the doorway of my sons bedroom. I would even shed a few tears. My body wasn’t good enough to hold my sons life.
All that I remember is feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen and then we rushed to the hospital and next thing I know is that my baby didn’t even cry. The doctors came in and told us that he didn’t make it. Tyler held my hands as I cried into his chest.
And now we were here standing in the bathroom brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, I traced my scar. Where there was once life a week ago there was now nothing but an ugly scar that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
“Babe” Tyler walked into the bathroom to see me tracing my scar.
“Yes honey” I looked up frowning.
“Please don’t trace your scar. I know that it makes you upset to look at it” he frowned coming to my back and wrapping his hands around my stomach, trying to cover up my scar.
“Babe you don’t have to do this” I said trying to turn away from his grip.
“(Y/N) I think we need to talk about this” he stood next to me.
“Ty what’s there to talk about? First I got pregnant and 7 months later I have this ugly scar on my stomach. Yes I lost the baby. He’s gone because my body wasn’t good enough. Ty I’m sorry but maybe you should just divorce me because I can’t give you what you want. I am a disgrace to your and I am so sorry” I cried into his chest. Tyler put his hands around me and pulled me in close.
“(Y/N) I’m not upset with you at all. You’re also not a disgrace and I will not divorce you because this one time was just an accident. You can and are able to have children but we just have to wait a little bit” he pulled me into a tight squeeze.
“I love you babe” he smiled kissing my forehead.
“I love you too sweetheart” I laughed.