Wolfgang | 3 | {COMPLETED}

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She giggled lightly at the memory but her smile faded.

"I woke up that afternoon and felt dizzy and stupidly decided to go down the stairs. I took the first step and tripped on my step. I tried catching the railing but missed it because of the dizziness that was making me see double. I fell down the flight of stairs and hit my head on the last step. Damon heard my fall and called the ambulance since I had started bleeding. Needless to say that I lost the baby a few hours later."

Tears were streaming down my eyes again as much as I tried to hold them in.

"Damon was too young to see me go through this, it wasn't fair on him. The rest don't know about this miscarriage and I wanted it to be that way. Not so that my other children wouldn't know about their perished sibling and not in a mean way but to spare them the grief. To me if no one knew it would be easier for me to get past it and that thought drove Asher mad. The loss of a child is the worst thing that has happened in my life, I was so distraught and in denial that it brought Asher and I apart. We had both signed the divorce papers it was that bad between us. I would throw knives his way, he would yell at me while dogging the knives. It was breaking our family apart and no one knew about what was going on. Damon was suffering silently and keeping the littles away from the fights."

I wiped away my tears and helped my twins get down after Everleigh cleaned their messy faces as if she was not revealing her deepest secret to me.

The boys ran off to the living room again screaming and laughing before settling down once more to which Everleigh continued her story.

"This dark patch brought Asher and I together once we talked and thought about our life and the children we still had. We never forget that child that we lost, never a day passes without me thinking about my baby. We never named him or her, it was just too difficult so it stayed baby Mortimer."

Her green eyes met mine for the first time since she started this story.

"I may not have lost my baby the way you have, nor for the same reasons but I sure as hell know what you have been going through and I know how you feel. You need to build on this anger you are starting to feel and use it in a positive way and not against your husband because that is exactly what your grandfather wants to happen."

She finished getting up and handing me over tissues.

"Thank you." I croaked out.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before finding my voice again.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"I'm trusting you with this because you needed to hear it, you needed to know that you were not the only one. I know Rose told you about her miscarriage and I know how you reacted to it since Wolf complained about it to me. Not all child loss stories are the same but you need to know that you are not alone. That how you feel is normal that was my first goal. My second was to make you realise that you and your partner are in this together not fighting against each other."

She took me in her arms and hugged me, a hug from a mother that I needed so badly.

"Thank you. For everything." I spoke sincerely to her.

We chatted a little more and she helped me cook the boys dinner and watched them while I took a shower and changed into something more comfortable. I pulled my hair in a messy bun that barely held together, I put my glasses on and wore one of Wolf's sports shorts and hoodie with fluffy socks on my feet.

I came down the stairs and saw my sons drawing my the help of their grandmother.

"Mama!" Woodrow yelled and dashed towards me for a cuddle.

I kissed his cheek and sat comfortably on the sofa with him on my lap. Trousers was sleeping in his bed and Smokey was on Wilder's bed in the boys' room.

"What are you drawing Wilder?" I asked seeing his little-concentrated face.

He stood up and made his way towards me and climbed on me his drawing in hand.

The was two big blobs and two smaller ones as well as a smaller one with what seemed to be wings on top of the first four.

"Who's that baba?" I asked pointing at the first blog thing.

"Daddy." he smiled.

I continued to ask who was who until we came to the winged blob.

"That ish baby shister." he exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"She an angel." He smiled up at me, dimple showing on his cheeks.

I kissed his nose and hugged both Wilder and Woodrow close to my chest.

"Mama loves you so so much."

Everleigh left soon after I put the boys to bed. It was nice having her here and made me regret pushing Ollie's family away and secluding myself from everyone.

The front door burst open just as I had come back down the stairs with Trousers in tow. He rushed to my husband who had walked into our home. My heartbeat picked up when I saw him and all I wanted was to run into his arms, so I did.

He greeted me, arms wide and embraced me in his strong arms.

"I'm sorry. I love you and you were right, she was our daughter."

I blurted out in his chest as he breathed in deeply.

"I know baby, I love you too. We will get through this together, soon this nightmare will be over." his deep voice rumbles, promise lacing his words.

"Soon?" I questioned.

"I found your grandfather, I made a plan to bring him down." He confessed, a sly smirk on his lips.

"How about we go dancing again?" 

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