𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

9 | 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

My head was pounding yet there was like this warm embrace around me.

I turned my head to my left and saw h/n laying there holding my hand in his.

I tried to sit myself up on the bed but as I did I felt an immense pain in my stomach.

My child. Was my child okay? My mind raced as I tried to get everything straight and just then h/n sat up.

"Y/n your finally awake. Do you feel pain anywhere?" He asked all worried.

Why couldn't he had been this affectionate earlier? Does his feelings only trigger again when I get hurt?

I shakes my head not caring about the sharp pain instead I wanted to know if my baby was okay.

"H-how's my baby?" I asked quietly.

"Y/n." He said softly. But I wasn't having it, I looked up with rage in my eyes. "My baby, h/n." I said loudly this time, basically screaming.

"T-The baby is g-gone." He said looking down.

My heart dropped. I didn't even know that tears were dripping down my face, until he reached over to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry y/n. I should've been a better husband to you, I'm sorry I let work get in between the two of us." He said with a blank expression.

If he would have said this earlier maybe I would've forgiven him but now it was too late, my heart was dead along with my child.