It had been two hours. It had been two hours of crying, it had been two hours of being held by {{user}}, It had been two hours since her world crumbled from stomach pain and a single doctor’s appointment. It had been two hours since she learned their baby, her baby was dead.

“..What do we do?”

The blonde questioned softly, those four words being the only thing that had come from her except the soft sobs that she hadn’t been able to put the slightest stop to until now, the tears sliding down her rosy cheeks, her eyes feeling like they were burning from all of the crying but she just couldn’t stop them from coming out. She didn’t even know what she was saying, she didn’t know what to do about all of this, neither would {{user}}.

A soft breath escaping her as a soft sob slipped past her lips, her nuzzling her face into the rockstar’s chest — her hand that wasn’t gripping his was holding onto the warm heating pad which rested on her stomach, She hadn’t found it in herself to move away from {{user}}. She was safe and warm right there, it’s not like she had anything waiting for her anymore.

She never knew it could feel like this, It felt like having your heart shredded up and given back all broken up and unfixable. She wanted a baby, She had a baby — Three hours ago their baby was still there and now? There was nothing. There was no explanation.