A/n: Okay so pretend that Shawn is still on his festival run in this. Most of this will be from Shawn's point of view. Also, this is before Rose and Skylar. This one is really sad. Okay, let's begin.
Almost three months ago my husband Shawn Mendes and I found out that we were expecting and we were very excited. We couldn't wait to find out the gender and set up the nursery. Shawn is away on his festival run right now and I miss him a lot. My stomach started to hurt really bad. I suddenly felt the need to throw up, so I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Then, I noticed that there was a lot of blood coming out of my private parts. Oh no. I called 911.
"Hello what's your emergency?" A male dispatcher asked me.
"I think I'm having a miscarriage and I'm bleeding and vomiting and my stomach hurts." I said.
"Okay what's your address ma'am?" The guy asked me. I told him. "Okay we're sending someone now, just stay with me, okay?" He asked.
"Okay." I said, and then everything went black.
Shawn's point of view
I had just gotten off stage when a panicked looking Geoff ran up to me.
"You have to go home, now." Geoff said.
"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly panicking.
"I'm not sure what's wrong exactly, but Y/n is in the hospital and she needs you." Geoff said. I got the first flight home. The whole plane ride through my brain was swirling with possibilities of what could have possibly happened that would have caused my wife to go to the hospital. I soon arrived at the hospital after I landed. I was about to go up to the desk and ask where my wife's room was when I saw my father-in-law, Y/d/n, come out of the cafeteria.
"Y/d/n! What happened? Where is she?" I asked.
"Shawn, I think Y/n should tell you. She's in room 312." Y/d/n said. I practically ran to the room after getting a visitor's sticker. I walked into the room that my wife was in to find her asleep. I sat down and gently grabbed her hand and rubbed it with my thumb. She looked so peaceful, and with whatever was going on, I didn't want to disturb her. I just hoped and prayed that the baby was okay. Wait, prayer. While she was sleeping, I'm not that much of a religious man, (A/n: I don't know how religious Shawn is but I just put that in there) but I wanted to go down to the chapel and say a prayer, so I did. Afterwards I headed back up to my wife's room and sat in the same position. My wife soon stirred, saw me, and started to cry.
"What's wrong baby girl? No one will tell me what happened." I asked and said.
"Shawn I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Y/n said. I felt even more confused. Why is she apologizing?
"Baby girl what's wrong? What happened?" I asked. She couldn't stop crying. I sat on the bed and wiped her tears away, but they just kept coming.
"The baby. It was a she." My wife said. What does she mean was? How does she know the gender of the baby?
"What do you mean 'was'? How do you know the gender of the baby?" I asked, suddenly getting a bad feeling.
"I lost her Shawn. It's all my fault. I don't know what I did wrong but I lost her." Y/n said. Oh my God. I can't cry right now. I have to stay strong for my wife. There will be a time to cry later. I hugged Y/n and held her as she sobbed. I felt numb. Like I had lost a part of me. I pulled away and held my wife's beautiful face. Even while crying she looked so beautiful.
"Baby girl listen to me. Are you listening to me?" I asked. She was crying so hard that she couldn't speak, so she just nodded. I continued. "Beautiful girl, this is not your fault. What did the doctor's say?" I asked. After a few moments she calmed down enough to speak.
"They said that it was an accident and that these things happen sometimes but I think that I must have done something wrong." She said. The tears finally made an appearance. It hurt me that she was beating up on herself so much.
"Baby this isn't your fault, okay? The doctors said it was an accident. This isn't your fault, okay?" I asked. She nodded, but I could tell that she didn't believe me. She wiped some of my tears away. "We're going to get through this, I promise." I said.
"How? How are we going to get through this?" Y/n asked.
"Together. We're going to get through this together. I'll cancel the rest of my festivals and even tour if I have to." I said.
"No. Don't cancel your tour. People paid good money to see their idol. I don't mind you cancelling the festivals but don't cancel your tour please." She pleaded. I nodded.
"Okay. Are you tired?" I asked. She nodded.
"Yeah. Will you lay with me please?" My beautiful wife asked me.
"Of course beautiful." I said. She blushed and smiled as I got in the hospital bed next to her.
"Even in the darkest times you can find a way to make me smile." She said, looking at me with her beautiful y/e/c eyes.
"'Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.'" I said. My wife laughed her beautiful laugh.
"Really? You're quoting Dumbledore?" She asked. I nodded.
"He was a wise man. Come on, let's lay down." I said. She nodded and I kissed her temple.
"Babe?" Y/n asked after a few moments of silence. I opened my eyes and saw her lower lip quivering. Oh no.
"Yes, love?" I asked as I rubbed her cheek, hoping to calm her down.
"Are you mad at me for losing the baby?" She asked as she began to cry.
"No, God no. It wasn't your fault baby girl." I said.
"People didn't even know we were pregnant. My parents didn't even know, and I tell my mom everything. We should have told them." Y/n said.
"Hey, it wouldn't have made a difference whether we told them or not. Let's just sleep, okay baby girl?" I asked. She nodded, but instead of sleeping, she sobbed as she gripped my shirt. I rubbed her back while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She needed to know how much I loved her and that I wasn't mad at her. I held in the tears and just let myself feel the grief on the inside of my body. I felt numb, actually. I had lost my baby. She would have been my beautiful princess. But I have to stay strong for my beautiful queen. After a while my wife fell asleep, and that was when I let myself cry. After a day or so, I was able to take my wife home.
"Shawn?" Y/n asked when we got home.
"Yes baby girl?" I asked while rubbing her cheek.
"I'm tired so I'm going to go lay down, do you want to come with me?" She asked. I thought for a moment.
"I'm not really tired, and I think I just need to distract myself. I think I'll just watch the tv. Is that okay?" I asked while still rubbing her cheek. She looked sad but nodded.
"Yeah. You do what you need to do babe. I love you." She said. I smiled at her.
"I love you too. Come here." I said. I wrapped her up in my arms before lifting her head up gently so I could gently kiss her lips. I made sure to put all of my love into the kiss. I felt sparks shootout throughout my body, I felt my heart race, and I felt butterflies erupt and fly around in my stomach. We pulled away all too soon and she left me to go upstairs and sleep.
I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. I turned on Netflix and put on a comedy special, Jack Whitehall At Large, but instead of watching it, I let myself silently sob. I felt so sad. Not just because my wife and I lost our baby, but also because my beautiful wife is beating herself up for it and thinks that it's all her fault. It's not. The doctors said it's not her fault and that she did nothing wrong. Now I just have to get her to believe it. My head was in my hands and I didn't hear my wife come down the stairs after about half an hour. I suddenly felt a hand rubbing my back and looked up.
"I love you Shawn." My wife said while wiping my tears away.
"I love you too baby. What are you doing up?" I asked as I helped to wipe the tears away.
"I couldn't sleep so I wanted to come cuddle and watch the tv with you. You know that you can cry in front of me, right?" She asked. I shook my head no violently.
"I can't." I said.
"Why?" She asked, looking confused.
"I can't because I have to be strong for you." I said. She looked pained.
"But baby you are being strong. Just because you're crying, that doesn't make you weak Shawn. You can cry in front of me baby. It's okay. We need to lean on each other right now." She said. I took in every single word that she said and nodded.
"Okay. I'm so lucky to have you as my wife. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else." I said.
"I'm so lucky to have you too and you better not imagine your life with anyone else or I'm not going to be happy." She said. I laughed but stopped myself.
"Is it wrong to laugh when this just happened?" I asked her before kissing her forehead.
"No. Trust me, I'm still very, very sad. It feels like there's a hole in my heart." She said, the tears making a reappearance, and this time, I let myself cry too.
"Yeah I feel the same way." I said. We held each other and cried for at least an hour. The tears just kept coming.
"We should stop crying and do something to get our minds off of the pain." Y/n said. I nodded.
"Let's start Jack Whitehall over again and actually watch him." I said. After starting the comedy special from the beginning, I rested my arm on the couch, signifying to my beautiful, lovely, amazing wife that I wanted to wrap my arms around her. She came into my arms and laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arm around my torso. I knew that no matter what happens to us, no matter what comes our way, we'll make it through okay because we'll do it together.