Forki One-Shots

baby

"You okay, Coco?" Luke asks.

I look up. "Yeah."

"You sure?" He sits down on the bed, next to me. "You can talk to me."

"I'm fine, Lukey. Honest."

"Are you thinking about the baby?"

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "She would've been born soon. And... I was at Target when this complete stranger asked if I was done...having children. And"-my voice broke- "All I could think was that my whole brood wasn't there."

I place my arms on my chest as I begin to rock myself and cry. Luke pulls me into his arms.

"My l-l-little one wasn't there," I wept. "My baby's g-gone..."

"Coco,"Luke choked out. He held me as we both mourned our lost child. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to go through this, that it hurt you so bad. I'm sorry that I don't know how to make you feel better, how to comfort you."

"This is enough," I murmured, burying my face into his shoulder and smelling his precious Lukey scent. He kisses my forehead. "This is enough."