Teen wolf imagines

Scott- I lost her

A/N Just to let you all know I am not taking in requests for a while for several reasons, such as school, my health and my birthday just so happens to be coming up soon. I will still be posting but it is much easier for me to stick to writing my own original imagines. Thank you all for understanding - Madfangirl37 xxx

Blankets were wrapped around my shaking body, a useless attempt at comfort as I am still a sobbing mess. One had is resting on my stomach whilst the other is pushing the hair away from my face as I cry.

Too caught up in my own misery I could not hear Scott opening and closing the front door, or his voice calling out as he heard my cries. I couldn't hear the sound of his footsteps as he came up the stairs nor could I hear him gasp as he walked into our bedroom only to see me lying on the floor sobbing.

"Y/n," I stood up suddenly, sniffing away my tears as if nothing was wrong desperately trying to put on my best smile. "Oh Y/n." He sighed as my bottom lip trembled signalling the collapse awaiting to happen. I fell, my knees giving way, but not before Scott's arms drew around me pulling me into his chest.

Despite the physical pain being long gone the emotional trauma stayed as I sobbed into Scott's shirt, drenching the material with tears.

"I lost her." I cried, I felt Scott freeze as the news hit him but he tightened his arms around me as I continued to sob. "I lost our baby."

"Shhh." He soothed one hand rubbing soothing circles into the small of my back whilst his other hand rested on the back of my head. "It's okay."

"I'll never get to hold her," I sobbed. I could physically feel my heart breaking as gut wrenching cries escaped my chest. "These past months all I've been doing was picturing what she would look like, wether she would have your hair and my eyes-"

"Oh Y/n." I could feel Scott's tears dripping from his eyes as they hit the back of my neck. He slowly lowered us down so we were sat on the floor, his arms pulling me onto his lap. I gripped at his clothing as tears fell.

"I'm never going to meet my own child."

Scott whimpered at my words, and slowly I pulled away. He looked a mess, his features were mirroring my own, but he was strong enough to support me and to speak calmly.

"She may be gone physically," Scott started his soft hands reaching out to hold my own. I smiled at the simple gesture, sniffing as my cries became silent. "But she will never be forgotten. We may never have gotten the privilege to hold her or to hear her cry but she will always be our child."

New tears fell as a lump in my throat formed leaving me completely incapable to speak and so I nodded pushing myself into Scott' arms. Together, cradled in each other's embrace, we mourned the loss of our child that was never born.