3rd person pov 6 days later
It's been almost a week since the boys were captured by yakevetta and Olivia lost the baby. After Olivia woke up, the harsh reality hit her hard. She hasn't talked to anyone and just stares out into space. Everyone was giving her space at first, but now it is killing murphy. He just lost his kid and now he feels like he is losing his wife. Tomorrow was yakevettas court date. The boys have never been anxious. This was more than just another hit. This one was personal. Connor, murphy, and their da was sitting around the table in the kitchen as Olivia was on the fire escape. Murphy's eyes were glued on his fiancé. Connor sighed,
"How long is dis gonna go on?"
Noah sighed,"it'll be a while. Dis is probably da worst thing a woman could go through"
"I cannot wait to get my hands on him tomorrow" murphy growled
Both Connor and Noah looked at murphy who just continued starring at Olivia.
"Dis ain't about revenge boys" Noah said.
"Maybe to you" Connor grunted.
Noah just shook his head and then looked up to murphy,"go talk to er son"
"She won't say two words ta me" murphy said.
"Sometimes it's not what ya say, it's just bein der" noah said.
Murphy finally tore his gaze away from Olivia. He nodded at his da and got up and walked to the fire escape.
Olivias pov
Emptiness. That's the only thing I've felt for about a week. My baby was gone. I could never bring it back. The most precious gift god had ever given me was forcefully taken away from me. At first I was depressed, now I'm just mad. Now I want yakevetta dead and I want him to suffer. I want to watch the boys kill him. I want him to be looking at me while he's on his knees awaiting the bullets. I hadn't talked to anyone since I woke up. I can't even look at them. Their eyes only pity me and I don't need that. Murphy's is worse. His just don't show pity, but pure heart break. I felt like i let him down. I couldn't give him the one thing a woman should give her man. I sighed and wiped a tear from my cheek as I heard the window to the apartment open. I didn't look back but just continued looking at the city. Seconds later I felt something be put across my shoulders. I looked over and saw it was Murphy's black coat and murphy sitting right next to me. I didn't say a word as I heard him sigh,
"Talk to me liv, please"
I didn't say anything. I felt his eyes on boring into my head. I just continued looking forward. Truth is I didn't know what to say to him. I was too disappointed in myself.
"Liv it ain't healthy ta keep locked up like dis. Please don't push me away. Talk to me" he said.
I felt tears start to spill and my lip began to quiver. I couldn't hold it in anymore,
"What do you want me to say murphy! It's my fault that the baby is dead! I failed at doing the one thing a woman should do for her man! I failed you! I failed the baby!"
"Dats wat yer worried about? Liv it wasn't her fault! Ya couldn't do anythin about it. Ya think it would want ya eatin yerself up like dis! No! I already lost my kid liv! I can't lose ya too!" He said back.
I finally made eye contact with him. He was breathing heavy and had tears threatening to spill. He was right. I had been so overwhelmed with losing the baby that I had forgotten I wasn't the only one that lost it. Murphy was in this just as much as I was.
He placed a hand on the back of my neck and brought his forehead to mine,
"Please liv. I need ya back"
His voice cracked and I saw a tear slip down his cheek. I brought my hand up to his cheek and wiped it away with my thumb,
"I love you"
He cracked a smile,"love ya too lass"
