Amy's pov
There is nothing I can do. Today is my due date, and the day that I'm having my surgery. I just want this to be over.
"Hey beb." Mark says as he walks into the hospital room. "How do you feel?"
"Fucking terrible." I reply. "I'm about to have surgery that will end with a dead baby."
"I'm so sorry that this all happened. No one should ever have to go through something as terrible as losing a child." He says as I'm trying to cover the fact that I'm starting to cry.
I stand up and hug him. He wraps his arms around me protectively and I sob into his shoulder, giving in to my sadness.
"Mark, I don't wanna do this." I say, lifting my head to see his face.
"This will all be over soon." he says after kissing the top of my head and pulling me back into the hug.
"M-mark... I'm scared." I say.
"It's natural to be scared. It means you care." he responds.
"I just... d-don't want... to s-see my... d-dead... b-b-baby." I say in-between sobs.
"I know darling... I know."
•hey guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been thinking about how to write the rest of the story. It's kinda hard. Love you all!! K bye!!❤️❤️•
