A Car, A Baby, A Death

Warning: there is happiness, but it is RIPPED away. Yeah ik sad. Also there's death. Okay enjoy xx

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Description: Tyler has told Y/N that he wants to start a family soon, Y/N gets pregnant but unfortunately something happens. This is not what they had planned.

Your POV

I'm in the pit tonight, and it's amazing! It's exhausting from jumping and making sure I don't fall and break my face. But other than that it's awesome!

The next song playing is holding on to you, and my husband, Tyler, has been glancing at me all night.

We've been married for 5 years, and still happy. I guess we're doing something right.

The first bit of chords play of holding onto you as Tyler jumps off the stage and searches for where he wants to be held up.

He looks over at me, and smiles. He starts walking over and jumps up with the help of a security guard. He reaches out to grab my hand, and then makes sure he's steady before beginning to sing.

He holds my hand and rubs it as he sings. Occasionally he would let go and fix his microphone or go to touch someone else's hand, but gradually go back to my hand.

(*☻-☻*)

"That was amazing!" I exaggerate, running up and jumping into his arms. I've seen tons of his shows, but they just keep getting better and better.

"Yes! Thank you, you looked beautiful out there." He smiles, and then turns to Josh. "Good job man, that was amazing."

"Yeah I know! Did you see that drunk guy pop that balloon?" He laughs.

"Aw no I missed it!" Tyler flings his hands up, and I giggle.

Josh and Tyler talk a little more until Tyler grabs my hand and tugs me to the dressing room.

When we get there he doesn't let go of my but instead flings me around as if he's trying to dance with me. I stumble a little bit but he catches me and grabs my waist and begins to sway. I giggle a little, and he smiles.

"You know I've been thinking..." Tyler begins, and he looks around the room. He smirks slightly, and regains his focus to my eyes.

"What? That you need a shower? Yeah good thinking." I joke, and he lets out a small laugh.

"No, I've been thinking about us." He looks down and runs his hands from my shoulders to my hands interlocking our fingers. "What if we try..." He begins but doesn't finish his sentence.

"Try...?" I ask, egging him on to tell me.

"For a baby. Try for a baby." He looks up into my eyes and gives me an adorkable smile.

"Really?" I ask, my mouth curving into a smile. He nods, and his smile gets bigger, and he begins to blush.

"It's just- we've been together for five years, and you know how I've always wanted-"

"Let's do it." I cut him off and nod.

"Really?" He asks beginning to laugh slightly.

"Yes really!" I laugh with him, and he swings his arm and I twirl around as if we're dancing.

(*☻-☻*)

"That's your baby, right there." The nurse smiles as she points to the ultrasound.

Tyler squeezes my hand as he lets out a relieved chuckle. His eyes begin to water slightly, as the pregnancy becomes more real for him. He's bringing a human-being in the world. Well, he isn't, I am. But he helped.

He brings my hand up and kisses it, as I look at the ultrasound smiling. It was so unreal seeing a human inside me. Knowing that there is a living being inside me, and it isn't some alien shit. That was scary but also so amazing.

It has only been 4 months, but the baby is as big as a tiny watermelon. Y'know the smaller kinds?

We decided to be surprised when the baby was born for the gender.

We interlock our fingers as we walked back to the car. Tyler giving me a loving glance every once and a while.

We were on our way home.

"Give me some baby names." I state, and he looks over from the road to me.

"Hmm..." he thinks a moment. "Josh." He says, smiling greatly.

"Oh god, no. I love him to death, but we can't have two Joshes. That would be awkward to call him Josh Jr." Tyler's eyes widen as he thinks about it.

"Yeah, it's not his child." He chuckles slightly, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Tyler Jr. sounds nice" I say jokingly. He shakes his head as he laughs.

I stare at him, and for a moment all I could see was him and his amazing smile. He looks over at me, and our eyes connect. His smile turns into a small smirk-

HONK!

Tyler turns his head.

I cover my belly with my arms.

Tyler puts his hand in front of me.

Crash.

Everything goes black for a second. All I can hear is a loud ringing like noise in my ears, I look over and see Tyler with his head rolled back on the seat as he groans. His hand is rested on my lap from trying to break my fall, and I'm holding my stomach.

A sharp pain goes to my back, and soon it shoots into my belly giving me cramps.

Something isn't right.

My breathing picks up as tears fall from my face, but I can't do anything. I feel trapped, and the seat belt wasn't helping because it was basically crushing me into the seat.

Tyler moves his hand slowly from my lap as he lets out another groan of pain.

Another strict jolt of hell shoots up my back and my stomach, and I let out a whimper. Tyler slowly turns his head to me, his eyes squeezed shut as if he has a headache. His once handsome smile, now vanished. And his nose bruised, probably broke from hitting the air bag.

His eyes widen as if he's just now realizing what's happening. He tries to move his hand to touch me, for reassurance but he winces.

"T- t- Tyl- hm" I try to speak, but the pain in my back increases, and I close my eyes tight, tears falling. "Someth- somethings wrong." I manage to get out.

He looks into my eyes, but something switches in him. As if someone pressed a button and all the pain went away. He begins to get out of the car. He groans as he does so, but that doesn't stop him.

He runs around the car to my side and opens it with his left hand. His right arm looks pretty hurt.

He unbuckles my seatbelt and I feel pressure being released. He attempts to pick me up, and drag me out of the car. His arm is broken, I can tell. But that doesn't stop him from getting me out.

He lays me out on the grass, and puts his hand on my belly. He leans over me and looks at me in the eyes, his face serious and determined. But I could tell by his eyes he was in pain.

"Everything's okay." He looks up, checking his surroundings and then back down at me. "They're calling 911 now."

Another sharp pain explodes onto my back and belly and I let out a sob. Tyler takes his hand from my belly and brushes my hair from my face.

"Hey, shh. It's okay." He says comforting, but I can tell he wasn't believing it himself.

"Th- the baby. Tyler. Something isn't right." I cry. Sure, I am hurt. But what really is making me cry is the fact I actually feel as if something is missing. As if something is off, and I know the baby isn't okay.

"The baby's fine, alright? It's okay." He looks around again, and then back down to me and gives me a fake reassuring smile.

Another jolt of pain bursts, and I quickly grip Tyler's arm. I let out another sob, but for some reason I feel lightheaded and I begin to get exhausted. I feel like throwing up, but at the same time I know I can't.

Tyler is looking at me straight in the eyes as he strokes my hair. At least I think he is. I can't really tell what's happening anymore, and I can't feel a thing. I faintly hear Tyler mumbling comforting things until everything goes black.

(*☻-☻*)

Ah, my head. Why does my head hurt? What happened?

I slowly open my eyes, and I can hear a quick shuffle from across the room, and then feel a soft warm hand slip in mine.

"Y/N." The familiar voice says. I smile at it, knowing that it's Tyler. He rubs his fingers over my hand just like he did at that show 6 months ago. When we first decided to start trying for a baby.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice hoarse. He sighs and looks down, placing his forehead on our tangled hands.

"It's not good." He shakes his head, as I feel a hot tear on my hand from his eyes.

"T-Tyler. What happened?" I repeat, this time with more fear.

"It's gone. We lost it." He says, his forehead still pressed against our hands. I feel another hot tear, but this time it's from my own eyes.

He wasn't very specific but I knew very well that he meant the baby.

"A- are you okay?" I ask, moving my fingers so he would lift his head. He lifts his head and nods.

His bruises on his face and nose weren't to bad. He has a small bandage-like thing over his nose though.

It's silent for a moment, and for some reason I don't feel sad. I just feel empty. I feel nothing. As if someone just took a part of my heart and killed it.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've been more careful. I should've payed closer attention..." He apologizes. I shake my head.

"Hey, no. This isn't your fault." I move my hand to touch his shoulder, I realize that he has a cast from a little bit above his elbow to his wrist. He sees me staring at it and offers an explanation.

"My elbow broke from reaching over to make sure you were okay." He looks down and grabs my hand and plays with my fingers. He lets out a small chuckle and shrugs. "The doctor got onto me for doing that. He told me that I should never try and break my fall with my arm, but I wasn't trying to break my fall I was trying to break yours. And I would do it a million times over again." He gives me a small smile, but I can see the sadness in his eyes.

"You won't have to do that ever again. Thank you." I whisper, and his eyes water again and he wipes them still smiling.

(*☻-☻*)

Thinking of doing a part 2 so yeah. But it will be later in this series of short stories. Yep

Felt weird writing this. And sad because Jenna is literally pregnant and I'm writing about a miscarriage. No reference to their pregnancy WHATSOEVER!

Okay? Bye.