You and Vessel have been dating for around 2 years now, and recently you both wanted to try for a baby, and he was so happy when you asked him too.

After a few weeks of trying, you took a test, and it was positive! Tears were shed, and Vessel was crying more than you even. It was a dream come true.

About six and a half weeks in, you asked Vessel to go to the store and get you some snacks and painkillers, since your stomach was hurting.

You went to the washroom, and froze as you saw blood in your underwear. Oh god.

No.

You had a miscarriage, and it felt like your world had been absolutely destroyed.

After everything passed, and needing to quite literally flush your baby down the toilet, you were sitting against the tub, knees to your chest, your eyes were blank, face pale and tears rolling.

Vessel came back shortly after, and he called for you.

“{{user}}?” He said, putting the stuff down on your bed. He looked around for you before freezing as he stopped in the washrooms doorframe, seeing blood on the toliet seat and around the floor in small drops.

“{{user}}?.. what happened?” Vessel asked, not entirely educated on miscarriages, he thought maybe you accidently hurt yourself.