Somebody to Love Me

It’s been two months since I started my second affair with John. I’d be with him secretly during and spend the nights with him. The tension between Drew and I was thick. The nights we did spend at home were quiet. We barely acknowledged the fact that we were in the same house together because we ignored each other. After giving him the cold shoulder for a month, never giving in when it came to his sexual needs, he got the hint and started sleeping on the couch, with no objection from me. It probably didn’t bother him that much because he spent majority of his nights in whatever hotel Taryn was in. Everyone knew he was sleeping with her, but for show, I pretended to be oblivious to the fact but was pretty sure he was truly oblivious to the fact that I was sleeping with John again. And then there was the baby. I still hadn’t told Drew that I was pregnant. I was already developing a baby bump and if I waited any longer. It wouldn’t be hard to guess. As I was packing a bag of clothes, home alone after getting showered and dressed in this:

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, my phone rang. Glancing at the screen, I picked up.

“Hey John. I was just about to call you”

“Hey sweetheart. I was just calling to check on you. How was your day?”

“It’s going fine. I’m a little hungry though”

“I could go pick something up before you get here”

I smirked. My hormones have been out of control for the past few weeks, my sexual cravings insatiable. As soon as John walked through the door, whatever I would be doing at the time would be stopped. I was practically pouncing on him every day

“I’m not talking about food John” I purred into the receiver and he chuckled

“You’ll be the death of me. I see that this morning wasn’t enough for you”

I grinned, thinking of how John had been half an hour late to a mandatory meeting this morning because I refused to let him out of bed until he made love to me

“Oh it was enough. Enough to get me through the day, but I need something to give me a good night’s sleep”

“I promise to give you just that when you get here baby girl”

“On my way” I said, zipping my bag closed “I’ll call you when I get to the hotel”

“Hold on a sec, I need to ask you something”

“Yeah”

“Have you told him yet?”

I sighed deeply. I didn’t have to ask to know what he was talking about

“No… no, John I haven’t told him”

“What are you waiting for Mia? As much as you don’t think so, he has the right to know too”

“Your right John. He does have the right to know “ I said sarcastically “And while I’m telling him I’m pregnant, why don’t I add in ‘I’ve been having an affair with John again too!’. Since when do you care about Drew’s feelings?” I barked, annoyed now. He was so killing my mood

“Look, I know I hate him with all of my damn being Mia but this is his baby too and it’s the right thing to do. I know that if it were me, I would want to know”

“Look, can we talk about this later?” I asked impatiently. There would be no later because if I had my way, he wouldn’t remember when I was done with him. He sighed

“Fine, I’ll see you when you get here. I love you”

“I love you too John” I said, hanging up

I sat down on the bed and rested my head in my hands. John has been pressuring me to tell Drew about the baby for the past few weeks now, but I’ve been avoiding the whole idea. I wanted nothing to do with drew whatsoever and telling him about the baby would only complicate the already complicated situation

“So it’s true?” a voice sounded from the bedroom door

My head shot up. Drew was leaning in the door frame

“Drew…” I said, my heart skipping a beat “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough” he said, walking towards me

I shot up off of the bed and backed away, the feeling of danger creeping up on me

“How long?” he asked, advancing closer

“How…. How long what?” I whispered, my back hitting the cold wall. I cursed myself for being so far from the door

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKING HIM AGAIN?!?!?!?” he yelled, his face now inches from mine, intimidating, but I held my ground

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN SCREWING TARYN?!?!?”

He shrunk back an inch, his face surprised

“Yes Drew, I know. I’ve known about it for months. I only pretended to be in the dark about it”

“Yes, I’ve been sleeping with Taryn, Mia. You caught me. But don’t you dare turn this on me! You have no one to blame but yourself for it. You drove me to it” he sneered, slamming his palms against the wall on either sides of my head and I flinched “You’ve been pretending not to know. You’ve been pretending all this time to make me look like the bad guy so no one would catch on that you were sleeping with him”

For some sick reason, I couldn’t help but laugh in his face

“Yes, I’ve been sleeping with John, Drew. You caught me” I scoffed, mockingly

Drew’s hand shot off the wall and wrapped around my throat

“You think this is funny?!? You slut!!! Your fucking him for the second time since we’ve been married and you think this is fucking FUNNY?!?!?” he screamed in my face, his grip like steel around my neck, making me gag

“Your one to talk!” I choked out harshly, trying to pry his hand from around my neck. He squeezed harder at my response and I felt my oxygen slipping away from me “Drew.. please” I whimpered helplessly

“Please what?!?! Huh? PLEASE WHAT?!?!? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap your fucking neck! One good fucking reason! And I swear to god it better be a good one or I won’t regret anything that happens tonight!”

One good reason? Hadn’t he overheard my conversation with John? Then it occurred to me that he only heard the “I love you” part. So I was going to have to tell him because I had no choice

“I’m pregnant, Drew.” I managed to whisper

Almost instantly, his grip loosened and his hand dropped

“You’re lying” he accused

“Why would I lie about something like this?” I said when the air returned to my lungs and I doubled over. There was an awkward silence as I tried to calm my hammering heart. When I finally caught my breath and straightened up, meeting his eyes I noticed he was staring at my mid-section intently, noticing the small bump through my thin sweater

“ Is it.. is it mine?” he asked when the reality set in

“I’m almost five months, Drew. Five months ago was October. We only had sex twice in October….” I trailed off, not wanting to remember that day we fought or what he did to me afterwards. I watched as he closed his eyes, realizing what I meant

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his form rigid. Reaching out, he gently took my hand and pulled me in front of him so I was standing in between his legs. Then what he did next surprised me. He took his hands and tenderly rested them on either side of my growing stomach

“Why didn’t you tell me, Mia? All this time…” he said, tracing circles on my sides

“Because you didn’t need to know”

He looked up at me, surprised as I continued

“As far as I’m concerned, our marriage is over. I’ve been unfaithful, you’ve been unfaithful and it makes no since to stay together just because I’m pregnant”

“Mia-“ he objected before I cut him off

“No, Drew. Don’t. There’s nothing you can say. It’s over” I said, gently removing his hands from my stomach. Grabbing my bag, phone, and keys off of the bed, I walked towards the door. “I’m leaving you, Drew. I want a divorce.” I said, pausing at the door to look at him. Torment was written all over his face, but I forced myself to stay strong. “Take care” I said weakly, shutting the door softly

I sat in the parking lot, eyes puffy from crying, trying to pull myself together. When I myself presentable, I went in and let myself into John’s hotel room.

“Mia?” he called from the bedroom

“Yeah, it’s me.” I called back, throwing my bag onto the couch

John came out of the bedroom and pulled me into his embrace and kissed my forehead. He pulled back to look at my face, his changing from happy to see me to worried

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked hands automatically going to my stomach “Is the baby okay?”

“I’m fine John.” I said placing my hand on top of his. I loved the fact that he was so in love and willing to take care of a baby that was not even his. “The baby is fine, John” I trailed off “I…told Drew.” I said, leaving out the details

“That’s great, I’m glade” he said, stroking my shoulders

“I also told him that our marriage was over”

We were silent for a moment before he finally spoke

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Isn’t that what we want?” I questioned. The last affair ended because he didn’t want to commit, which really hurt me and caused me to consult in Drew, who always made me feel wanted. I was engaged to Drew at the time and started sleeping with John only two months before the wedding because deep down, I still loved him. Right before the wedding, I gave him the ultimatum: Tell me that you want me to break this off with Drew and I would. You would think that was a sign right there that Drew and I weren’t meant to be, but when John refused to take things further, I went through with the wedding. Not to get back at him, but because I thought Drew would fill in the cracks John had re-opened in my heart. I was wrong for thinking that.

“Of course that’s what I want” he replied instantly

“Then promise me you won’t walk away from me this time. Promise that I’m not in this alone, John because I can’t do this alone” I said. “You can’t leave me again.” Tears were forming in my eyes and he brushed the escaped ones away

“Never. I’ll never leave you again, Mia. I was stupid then for letting you go, but that’s not me anymore. I’ll be damned if I let it happen again.” He said, touching his lips to mine “We’ll get through this. Together.” He assured me

And with no doubts, I believed him

It’s been three weeks and just as he promised, John stood by me as I filed for divorce. Upon receiving the paper work, Drew called me in a fit of rage, screaming that he wasn’t going to sign them.

“Should I add abuse to the top of the list of reasons why I’m filing for divorce too? Or are you going to be civil about this and just sign the damn papers?” I threatened. That seemed to shut him up. The last thing he wanted was for our co-workers to hear about this. A few days later, I received the documents back signed. I’ve been basically staying with John in Florida and we were currently turning one of his spare rooms into a small nursery. When it was finally finished, it was beautiful

“Can I ask you a question?” John said as he was folding baby clothes, stacking them on top of each other in a drawer

“Sure.” I said, busy organizing supplies on the changing table

“When the baby is born, who’s name is going on the birth certificate?”

That caught me way off guard

“Umm… I don’t know. Wouldn’t putting Drew’s name on it be the right thing to do?” I asked confused

“Yeah, but why not put my name on it? That way, it’ll be less trouble.”

“You really think that by me putting your name on the birth certificate, it would be less trouble? You think Drew is going to agree with that?”

“He doesn’t have to agree to anything, it’s your decision.” He barked at me defensively, why set me off

“There is no decision to be made, John. He’s the baby’s father. Even if we’re not together anymore, his name is still going on it.”

“After the hell he put you through, he doesn’t deserve to be a father at all”

“Oh so now he doesn’t deserve to be the father? Just weeks ago, you were hell bent on making me tell him! What happened to ‘He deserves to know too’? and ‘It’s his baby too’? bullshit?” I shot, getting royally pissed. Why the sudden change of heart? How could he even possibly think that Drew would be okay with this? What did he expect? A handshake and a blessing? I dropped what I was doing and left out of the room, collecting a few things and my keys, the urge to be completely alone suffocating me

“Mia where are you-“

“I need some time to think. I’ll be back in the morning” I shot over my shoulder, grabbing my phone and purse, slamming the door behind me. I decided to drive home, hoping it would help clear my head. Halfway there, I started to panic. What if Drew was home? Too late to turn back now. When I finally turned onto my street around 5:15, I felt myself relax when I saw that Drew’s black Mercedes was absent from the driveway. I parked, grabbed my things and went inside, feeling like a stranger in the place I used to call home. I bounded up the stairs, an eerie feeling clouding around me as I pushed open the bedroom door. Everything was still the same. The bed was unmade and I couldn’t fight the urge to roll my eyes. Drew never makes the bed in the mornings, making it my everyday task. Exhausted, I fell into bed and gave in to sleep, ignoring my phone ringing on the other side of the room. It was probably John. Guilt pulsated through me. I knew it was wrong to walk out like I did after everything John has done for me. I picked that argument. I’ll call and apologize in the morning

*Drew’s P.O.V*

After collecting my bags from luggage claim, I found my Mercedes in the parking lot and drove home, dead tired after a house show in Washington and a six hour Red Eye flight. My phone rang for the twentieth time since I boarded the plane and again, I forwarded it to voicemail. I knew it was Taryn, who was against me leaving, but I needed my space from her. She was driving me to my breaking point. Sending it to voicemail, I pulled into the driveway, Mia’s smoke grey Mercedes sitting on the curb making me double take.

“What is she doing here?” I thought out loud. I parked, got my stuff and went inside.

“Mia?” I called from the foyer and was answered with silence. I mounted the stairs up to our bedroom and pushed the door open. There she was, sound asleep. Walking over to her, I eased onto the bed, admiring how beautiful she looked. Her skin was rosy, almost glowing. I know people always exaggerate that pregnant women had a glow, but she really looked genuinely breathtaking. It stung to know that pregnancy wasn’t the only reason. She was glowing because for the first time in a long time, she was happy. Happy because she was with him. Her voice echoed in my head “And you wonder why I cheated on you with him! It’s because I never should have lest him for you in the first place!”

I gave in to the urge to reach out and touch her sleeping face. My hand explored her soft cheeks, brushing her golden blond hair away from her eyes then went down to her stomach and stroked it gently with my fingertips, noticing it was rounder than the last time I felt it. She stirred in her sleep and sighed, but did not wake. I took the moment to place my whole hand on her growing stomach, rubbing it gently. Remorse washed over me. In a matter of weeks, she would be going to the doctor to find out the sex of our baby and I wouldn’t be there. He would be there to hold her hand, not me. I leaned down and kissed her stomach.

“Drew?”

My head snapped up to meet her ice blue eyes. She smiled sleepily at me, smoothing back my hair.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, moving so that /I was hovering over her, supporting my weight on my elbows and she wrapped her hands around my neck

“I…just… I needed some space…” she trailed off, tracing circles on the back of my neck

Space? From John?

“You needed space? From who? Your precious John?” Impossible.” I scoffed, annoyed. She started to pull her hands away from around my neck, but I pulled them back, laughing “I’m sorry. I am.” I apologized, but that didn’t stop the tears from pooling in her eyes

“Mia, I didn’t mean it-“ I said, brushing a few tears away. She placed her hand over mine

“Will you ever forgive me for this? I know you think that I never loved you, but I did. I was never a good wife to you, and I know you hate me and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. Just please, don’t hate me, Drew.” She sobbed

I leaned over and kissed her cheek

“Shhh, Sweetheart. I could never hate you. You don’t have to be sorry about anything. We both screwed up in our marriage. Don’t blame yourself.” I assured her, continuing to kiss her tears away. When she finally stopped crying, I pecked her lips “I’ll always love you.” I whispered, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled halfheartedly and kissed me gently on the lips, but when she pulled back, something was different about the look in her eyes and I identified it instantly. Want. And with no hesitation, I have her exactly what she wanted

***

*Mia’s P.O.V*

I woke up the next morning to the blinding sun, flesh to flesh with Drew. I shot upright, no longer disoriented, but wide awake. There was not one piece of clothing on my body and the same with Drew. Oh my god. What have I done? I pulled the covers back, easing out of bed as quietly as possible, picking up my clothes off the floor as I crept into the hallway down the stairs. I quickly grabbed whatever I could get my hands on, took a quick shower and got dressed, praying the whole time that Drew would not wake up. Thank god he didn’t. Just as I was about to leave, I stopped in the kitchen, pulling a note pad and a marker out of the junk drawer and scribbled a short note on it

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I stuck it to the fridge with a magnet so it wouldn’t be overlooked and retreated to my car. When I finally merged onto the interstate, my mind swirled. What have I done? I did it again. I screwed up. Why is it that when things are finally going good, I have to mess it up for not only me, but for the people I love too? What’s wrong with me? I dug my phone out of my purse and dialed John’s number.

“Come on John, pick up.” I begged impatiently. After five rings, his answer machine picked up

“Yo, you know who this is and you know what to do* beep*”

“Hey… I’m on my way back. Look, we…I…” I started chocking on my words. I had to take a few deep breaths before trying again. “We need to talk. I’ll see you when I get there.” I spat out before pressing the End button. This was going to be the longest drive of my life

*6 hours later*

I pulled in front of John’s house and parked in the driveway. The light from the master bedroom shined through the curtains on the second floor, casting a misty shadow on the pavement below. I walked slowly up the sidewalk with my bag to the front door. Unlocking it slowly, I pushed it open and entered the foyer, dropping my bag in the corner.

“Mia?” I head John call from upstairs followed by footsteps and within seconds, he was down the stairs and had me in his arms

“John-“ I started before he stopped me mid-sentence

“No, Mia, don’t. Don’t apologize. I’m sorry, okay?” I was way out of line yesterday. It wasn’t my place to push that decision on you. It’s just that I love you so much and I want to be apart of this baby’s life as much as I can. You both mean the world to me and I can’t lose you again.” He said, rubbing the sides of my baby bump.

Guilt started crawling over me. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell him now, not when he was smothering me with apologetic eyes, pouring his heart out to me. It would crush him and I refused to hurt him more than I already have

“John it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I was wrong for going ballistic like I did. It’s the hormones. I’m sorry for overreacting the way I did.” I said breaking the ice. He chuckled and I saw his face relax.

At that moment, I felt a gentle flutter of movement inside me. It was soft at first, then I actually felt it. My hands went to my stomach

“What is it?” John asked eagerly. God forbid I make a face around him and he doesn’t freak out.

There was a thud under my hand when he spoke.

“It moved. It’s kicking.” I said excitedly. This was the first time I have ever felt my baby move.

“Seriously? Where?” he asked, just as excited as I was

I took his hand and placed it where I felt the movement and waited. After a few seconds, I felt it again. John grinned ear to ear and I could tell he felt it too

“That’s…. amazing.” he said, almost sounding like he was talking to himself. “I can’t wait till you come out of there little guy.” He cooed down at my stomach cutely

“ Um, guy? Don’t you mean girl?” I objected playfully

“Nope, I mean boy. It’s going to be a little boy.” He stated. I was a bit surprised by how sure he was.

“You wanna bet on it?” I challenged

“I’ll take you up on that. You know I won’t hesitate on taking your money” he said sizing me up

“Okay Johnny boy. If it’s a girl and I win, which I will, I get your credit card for a shopping spree.” I said, putting the deal on the table.

“And if your wrong, which you will be, and it’s a boy, what do I get?” he asked smoothly, placing a kiss on my neck

“Anything you want. Any way you want” I said simply. He knew exactly what I meant.

“Anything, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Anything.” I said, leaning in for a kiss. Just before he dove in hungrily, I placed a finger to his lips

“But, your not going to get anything because it’s not going to be a boy and I’m going to win.” I said, turning on my heel towards the kitchen. I was starving

“Yeah, we’ll see in three weeks.” He said, referring to my ultrasound that was scheduled for March twenty-ninth. It was only March the second, do it was only about three weeks away and I couldn’t wait. After bickering playfully over dinner, we tumbled into bed and cuddled for a while. The baby kicked a few times and John’s hand was practically glued to my stomach the whole night until we fell asleep. Even with a secret weighing heavy on my heart, I slept soundly, as if I didn’t have a care in the world

*Two week later*

Tonight the WWE was having a charity even for the “Be A Star” program and John would be accepting an award. After shopping all day for the perfect dress with Nikki and Brie to hide my ever-growing bump I finally found a pretty one

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I stood in a full- length mirror, applying my make up. The ceremony started in ten minutes and were going to be late. After perfecting my make up, I observed myself. Maybe I was wrong to with such a light color? Do I really look this huge? I turned to the side and sighed. What was the point in trying to hide my pregnancy anymore? Almost everyone knew that Drew and I are going through a divorce, thanks to Taryn. He must have told her and the slut must have let it “slip” to Kelly and god knows she lives to spread rumors. I turned to the other side, as if it would make a difference. I could still see the faint curve of my stomach. I groaned, frustrated

“Mia, what are you doing?” John’s voice sounded from the door

I looked up at him. He was dressed in a tux, looking incredibly handsome

“Does this dress make me look fat?” I asked, doing a three-sixty in the mirror. He just laugh. “What?” I asked, feeling self-conscience. He didn’t say anything as he crossed the room to me and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“You look beautiful, Mia. Stop worrying. All eyes will be one you tonight, including mine.” He said, planting a kiss on the side of my neck. I turned in his arms to kiss his lips

“Thank you.” I gushed, my self- consciousness fading away. Maybe I didn’t look so bad after all. “You look handsome.” I said, pulling him to me by his tie for a kiss

“Trust me, you don’t look bad yourself. As beautiful as you look in that dress, I can’t wait to get you out of it later on tonight.” He said in my ear before giving me a smack on the behind and I laughed. “Now finish getting dressed or we’re going to be late.” He said, kissing me again.

“Yes sir.” I said, grabbing my shoes, sliding my feet into them. When I was finished, we left and went over to the hotel where the event was being held. Everything went smoothly. John gave his speech and accepted his award. After, everyone flowed into the grand room for some fun. There were drinks being served and the DJ was mixing the latest Katy Perry. I wished that I could have a drink after Drew caught my eye, Taryn hanging on his arm with a gloating smile, making me want to slap the shit out of her. The baby moved in me, making me a bit uncomfortable. The feeling wasn’t like the other ones. These were a bit painful, but I ignored them. John and I danced a little and when a slow song started to ooze through the speakers, I took my place in John’s arms and we swayed to the beak of the music. Today couldn’t have been more perfect. Drew’s face caught my eye, but it wasn’t him that disturbed me. It was the face attached to his that shocked me. Taryn. I looked over John’s shoulder, not tearing my eyes away until her eyes flashed over to me after she detached her face from Drew’s and shot me a sinister smile. A sickening feeling hit my stomach. Was that the baby? Something didn’t feel right. A bolt of pain shot through me and I cringed, slightly clutching my stomach

“Are you okay?” John asked when he saw my face

“Yeah… I’m fine. I must have eaten something bad earlier that’s upsetting my stomach. Excuse me for a second.” I said, making a beeline for the bathroom. Pushing open the door, I went into an empty stall of the deserted bathroom, hiked up my dress with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other. Just the thought of being in a restroom filled my bladder these days. After peeing what seemed like the entire Pacific Ocean, I wadded up some tissue and wiped and saw horror struck when I was greeting with a ribbon of soaked crimson. Oh my god. I grabbed more paper and wiped again. Slight bleeding is normal during pregnancy right? The tissue was more soaked than before. What was happening? I pulled up my panties and flushed the stained tissue away. Exiting the stall, I went to the sink and washed my hands. What should I do? I started to pull my phone out of my bag but an earthquake of pain swept through me, causing me to cry out in pain and the phone clattered to the floor as I doubled over, the feeling of water whooshed through me and something warm started running down my legs. Supporting myself on the counter, I looked down at my ankles. A river of red ran down them, and blood was spotting the white linoleum tiled floor under me. The pain came again, stronger than the last time, catching me off guard and because I didn’t have time to brace myself, I dropped to my knees in agony. My vision blurred and nausea hit. Just a few feet away, laid my phone on the floor, but I felt paralyzed and it seemed miles away. As another spasm took over me, the floor below me became streaked with blood, causing me to curl up in the fetal passion. The sound of the door opening engulfed me and I looked up at the two people standing in the doorway, not seeing their faces

“Please… help…. Help me.” I managed, not hearing my own pleas come out clearly before darkness swallowed me

*John’s P.O.V*

I sat at the bar with Randy, scanning the crowd for Mia.

“Where is she?” I questioned in m head. At that very moment, my eyes caught sight of Brie Bella, making a bee line straight for me. The look on her face disturbed me and I knew something was wrong. I jumped up and met her halfway on the dance floor, Randy right behind me

“What’s wrong?” I asked urgently

“John, it’s Mia. She… I found her…” she stammered

“Go call an ambulance.” I shot over my shoulder, pushing through the crowd. When I found the Ladies Room, I pushed the door open

“Mia.” I said, running over to where she said on the floor. Nikki was there next to her, cradling her head in her lap

“What happened?” I asked, kneeling down next to her. She was pale and there was blood everywhere

“I… I don’t know, we just found her like this.” She said, tears streaking her cheeks

“Mia can you hear me? It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Help is coming.” I whispered to her, taking her limp hand. It was ice cold. Randy came in, Brie following behind him.

“The ambulance is here.”

“I could tell by the noise outside the door that a crowd had formed

“John? John what’s happening?” Mia whispered, her eyes blurring with tears

“Shhh, you’re going to be fine. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” I said back, kissing her clammy forehead. I hope I was right

Drew’s P.O.V

I broke through the crowd in front of the bathroom just as the paramedics were wheeling Mia out on a stretcher, John holding her hand

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, rushing over to her. I grabbed her free hand.

“She passed out in the bathroom in a pool of blood. They think she’s loosing the baby.” said Nikki.

“Why the hell didn’t you come find me? You shouldn’t have went to him. I’m her husband.” I barked at her. They wheeling her outside towards the waiting ambulance

“Don’t talk to her that way. She came to me because Mia would have wanted her to.” John barked at me angrily

“I don’t think I was talking to you. You have no right to speak for Mia.” I said getting in his face

“I think I do. She is with me.” He said, shoving me backwards. As I was about to charge at him, the paramedic stepped in between us

“Excuse me, but we can’t allow you to ride with us if your going to be violent. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to find another ride” she said, hopping into the ambulance, shutting the double doors. They sped off, sirens blaring, lights flashing. I would have to deal with Cena later. Right now, Mia needed me. I rushed to my car and followed them. This was going to be a long night.

Mia’s P.O.V

I was lucid, bright red and blue lights blinded me. Then they blurred in all white. I must have blacked out multiple times, only hearing what seemed like a million voices around me

“Check her vitals” said voice one

“Her blood pressure is high” said voice two

“I’m not getting a heartbeat from the fetus” said voice three

“What’s the diagnosis?” said voice four

What? That couldn’t be right. My baby wasn’t breathing? No. This could not be happening.

“The fetus is experiencing Placenta Abruption. We’re going to have to induce her.” Said voice five

Drew’s P.O.V.

I said in the waiting room all night, along with most of our co-workers. John stood a few feet away, pacing like a caged animal

“Mia Galloway?” called a doctor

I jumped up and rushed over, John doing the same

“How is she?” John blurted out. He was really starting to annoy me.

“She’s stable. One of you can go in and see her now.”

“I should go, I’m her boyfriend.” John said, going towards the hall. I pulled him back

“No, I should go. I’m her husband.”

“Ex- husband last time I checked.” John seethed at me, knocking my hand off of his shoulder

“Well I need the father to follow me. Which one of you is the father?” said the annoyed doctor

“That would be me.” I said, looking at him smugly and followed the doctor

“What happened to my wife?” I asked hesitantly

“Well Mr. Galloway, it’s not good.” She said, launching into explanation. When she was done, I leaned against the wall with my head in my hands, flabbergasted

“And the baby?” I asked, fearing the answer

“I’m sorry to tell you this, sir. The baby didn’t make it.” She said apologetically

I rubbed my forehead, holding back tears

“She’s right in there when your ready. I’m so sorry for your loss.” She said, patting my shoulder as she walked away

I took a few minutes to pull myself together, not wanting Mia to see me like this. I had to be strong for her. I took a deep breath and went inside

John’s P.O.V

The nurse just gave me the news. I ran all the way to Mia’s room, ignoring the nurses telling me to slow down. I found the room and went straight in. There she was. She looked frail. Her skin was a horrible shade of grey. Drew sat in the chair next to her bed, holding her hand, talking to her softly. I cleared my throat and her turned to look at me. Her kissed her forehead and got up, his eyes locking on mine as he passed, full of regret as he walked out of the room. I went over to her, sitting in the now empty chair, taking her cold hand in mine. I brushed the hair out of her face. Her eyes filled with tears as she cried. My heart swelled because I knew that there was no way to comfort her. She was broken. All I could do was sit there and hope that we could get through this. Together.