His Mia

Chapter 39: Weeks

Warning: mention of rape, abuse.⚠️

Mias pov:

It's been 3 weeks.

It's getting closer and closer. I'm terrified.

The doctors said he's the next on the list to get a heart, we just have to wait till a donor comes through.

I wish I could give him my heart. I wish I could take his pain.

He's been sleeping a lot recently, he barely has an appetite but I make him eat. It hurts watching him struggle.

He's cried to me so many time, telling me how scared he is, he doesn't want to die. He tells me how sorry he is for not being able to take me anywhere, to do anything with me. How sorry he is for what he tried to do.

I can't care about those things when he's so badly hurting.

All I want is for him to be okay.

I haven't slept much since that night. I can't.

Every time I close my eyes I see him standing on that bridge. I see the reality of what could have happened if we didn't show up.

He noticed that i wasn't sleeping much and has called me out on it. I deny it though, I don't want him to worry about me.

He's currently lying on top of me, his head rested against my chest as his hand is under my shirt, making small circles on my stomach.

shit.

Let's just rip the other bandaid off.

I think I'm pregnant.

It would make sense since the last time anything happened was a few weeks ago. I shouldn't have told him too but I wanted him too, we totally forgot to get a pill afterwards and now I think I'm pregnant.

I want his kids, I do. But not now. Not why he's dying, he may not make it as much as it hurts to admit, I don't want our child growing up without him. I don't want him to not be able to see our baby.

I bought tests yesterday, I haven't taken them yet but I need too.

"I need to use the bathroom" I tell him softly, he rolls off of me and makes a disapproving noise.

I walk to the bathroom and take the tests from the drawer.

I open it and take it. Now we wait.

Whatever this says, we'll be okay.

It's okay.

After about 3 minutes I grab the test.

Okay breathe.

1.
2.
3.

I flip it over.

Shit. Shit.

Positive...2 lines

Oh fuck. What do I do? I can't tell him now, he'll stress about not being able to be here for the baby. I can't do that to him.

Tears stream down my face, oh shit!

Fuck. Fuck.

"Angel you okay? You've been in there awhile." Aidens tired voice sounds through the door.

"Y-yeah, be out in a second" I say hurriedly.

I put the test in the medicine cabinet for now. I open the door and give his worried face a smile.

"You okay?" He asks me cupping my face, seeing the tears.

I'm pregnant.

I'm fucking pregnant and you're dying.