Picture Perfect Family PT. III

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A/N: It's happy. I swear.

"Hey, love," her voice was soft, almost like a whisper, but still loud enough to where I could hear her come in. "I have some tea 'ere if ya want it."

She set it down on my bedside table. Sitting down beside me, her hand ran up and down the side of my stomach.

"I-I'm 'ere to talk if ya want to. Cecilia is askin' about ya, too. I-I know it's goin' to be hard to move on. And I'll be 'ere every step of the way."

I didn't say anything, just stared off into the void. Stared at the old baby carrier we used when Cecilia was a baby.

"I'll let ya get some rest. I know how troublin' it is."

She got up, but I turned and grabbed her hand. She turned to face me once more, finally seeing the mess I had become over the past few weeks after our second child had died during childbirth. Mercy informed me it was all the pent up stress over the course of the remaining six months and when I had finally snapped at Odessa is what sent it over the edge. While I blamed her in the moment, I mostly blame myself. I could have done better to reduce the amount of stress I was under, but seeing Odessa working nonstop and with little to no breaks made it worse.

"Yes, darlin'?" she asked, a concerned look in her eyes.

"Lay with me," I said.

I moved over on the bed and she crawled in beside me, her arms wrapping around me. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, squeezing my eyes shut as tears started to form.

"Shh, shh," she ran her hand through my hair, feeling my shoulders trembling. "Let it out."

"I'm sorry," I whispered through sobs.

"It's not your fault, darlin'. I should have stepped up this time around."

"I shouldn't have faulted you for doin' your job. For wantin' to make sure Junkertown was still looked after. I'm sorry for yellin' at ya."

"I accept your apology, love. But ya gotta forgive yourself, too. I know ya blame yourself for what happened."

"I'm sorry," was all I said.

"Oh, darlin'," she whispered, pressing numerous kisses to the top of my head. "Even without the unwanted stress, there was still a fifty-fifty chance of losin' the baby either way."

"I know. But I lowered those odds."

"Ya didn't."

"I did, Odessa. I became too stressed that my own body couldn't handle it."

She didn't say anything. I don't think she had a response to that. Instead, she pulled away and tried to get me to look at her.

"Look at me, babe."

Slowly lifting my head up, she placed her hands on my cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"I am grateful I still have you 'ere with me. With Cecilia. I know havin' a miscarriage isn't great. But if you're ever ready to try again, you're 'ere to. And if ya don't want to, I won't hold it against ya. It's your choice to go through with this again."

"I-I don't know, Odessa."

"And that's perfectly fine. I'm 'ere with ya no matter what ya choose to do."

I nodded my head, burying my face back into the crook of her neck. Her embrace was the warmest and the most calming feature about her. How she could calm the raging storm in my head and make me feel like I conquered an army. I was about to fall asleep, but that was when the door burst open.

"Your majesty!"

She sighed, getting up.

"I told ya I don't want to be bothered right now!" she growled.

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