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It's fine. Nothing bad is going to happen to me. To us. How many time have I repeated those same lines? Why is the metallic smell still lingering around this room? Why is my thighs painted with the colour red? Why do I feel nothing in my belly? Why is the feeling of a small body growing in me suddenly disappeared? I was in denial for awhile, but then it hit me. I miscarriaged. The life inside of me is gone. I couldn't do anything to protect it. My alpha is miles away from home to comfort me.
I don't know if it's really the time to be glad about not telling him the truth. We are bonded mates. I should've told him about it, but I didn't. Even though he came back after a year of his so called interpol work, I still couldn't do it.
I am such a coward.
I can't tell him. He doesn't need to know about this. If I tell him about it, he'll surely stop his interpol work and blame himself for not being here with me when it happens. I let out a gasp as soon as I felt two strong arms got wrapped around me. I smiled softly and put down the knife I've been using to cut some ingredients for our dinner.
"Welcome home." He kisses my cheek while resting it on my shoulder. He let out a long sigh and I can't help but flinch.
"What's wrong?" He turn his head to look at me.
"You've been spacing out a lot since I came back here. Did something happen while I was gone?" I stay silent. I'm not ready for this talk yet.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it." He slowly moves away from me. I turn around to face him. I cupped his face in my hands and gave him a kiss. After a few moments of silence, we decided to take a bath together and just order take out for dinner.
"You're quite tonight." I look up at him in confusion.
"Usually you'll be babbling about that favourite show of yours to me by now. Miles tell me what's–" he tried to talk to me about it again, but then my phone rang out all of the sudden. What a life saver. I picked it up and quickly left the room. Lang, being the impatient wolf he is, follows me around the house as I talk about work with Gumshoe. I hiss at him and gave him a dirty look.
"Lang, can you not?" He picked me up shamelessly and shake his head.
"No, this is my first night in a long while with my husband and I don't want to spent it without him." I felt a warm feeling in my chest.
"I'm sorry, I got caught up with work for a bit. What do you want to do for tonight?" I ask as I hang up on Detective Gumshoe and smiled at him. He scoff and I let out a hearty laugh.
"Is my Wolfie sulking at me now?" Wolfie is not a really bad nickname but he acts like the world is going to end if I use it in front of other people while he causally calls me pretty boy all the time. We're married anyway.
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to hold you while you drift off to sleep?" He glares at me, but didn't turn down the offer. He make his way to the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed.
"Rude." I said, rolling my eyes playfully.
"Get in bed Wolfie. I don't have all night to nurse you." He grumbles and climb into bed beside me and put his head on my chest.
"You're such a tease tonight." I play with his hair and chuckle. I just want to tease him a little tonight, but I think he's too tired to take all of them in.
"I'm sorry. I'll stop now." I gently ran my hair through his brown hair. After a few more soft strokes and caresses he finally drifted off to sleep.
I study his face and bit my bottom lip. If our child is still alive will they look like their daddy? Brown hair with gray eyes or maybe gray hair with brown eyes. Our child would've been really adorable. I ruined everything. I started crying. I'm so pathetic. Why am I even crying? It's my fault that they didn't survive anyway. I wish that you're still alive. I miss you a lot even though I've never seen your face.
I hope you're happy up there with your grandpa angel.