37.
Kiara woke up and looked next to her just to find the bed empty, she got up and walked towards the mirror, she caressed her five months old baby bump. A small smile lacing her face.
She turned back and walked out of the room, downstairs she witnessed her husband in the living room, he was sitting on the couch and working on his Laptop.
He worked mostly from home, only going to his office to attend meetings, He wanted to take care of her and be around her when she was bearing so much alone.
She walked towards him and hugged him from behind, coiling her hands around his neck.
He startled a bit, caught off guard by the unexpected hug, but quickly relaxed as he realized it was her. He lifted a hand to caress her arm, setting his laptop aside.
"Good morning" he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. He turned slightly to look at her, a small smile creeping up on his lips as he took in the sight of her pregnant form.
She walked in front and sat on his lap, hugging him basically clinging to him.
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her loosely and pulling her close. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "Missed me, huh?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin.
"Ice cream," she whispered. He pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow at her. "Ice cream?" he repeated, his tone filled with amusement.
"I wanna eat ice cream." She whispered, "Three flavours, chocolate, black currant and pista." She replied.
He shook his head slowly, his expression amused but firm. "No, love. You can't have ice cream. You know you can't have cold things, the doctor told you that."
"One day won't hurt." She made a pout. He rolled his eyes at her pout, his resolve weakening. "You're so stubborn," he muttered, but a small smile played on his lips. "One day won't hurt, huh?"
She nodded, He sighed, knowing he was powerless against her persistence. "Fine, one day won't hurt." He paused, then added with a teasing smile, "But don't come crying to me if your stomach doesn't agree with it."
"But it's the baby in my stomach who wants ice cream." She smiled and caressed her baby bump.
He chuckled, his hand going over her baby bump and resting on it. "Oh, so now the baby is the one craving ice cream, huh? And let me guess, you're just an innocent bystander in all this?"
"Exactly," she agreed, He shook his head, his expression a mix of adoration and exasperation. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" he murmured, his hand gently rubbing circles on her baby bump.
"I know, now get up and get me some ice creams, let's go to my favourite ice cream parlor." She smiled.
He shook his head and chuckled. "Alright, alright. We'll both go. But let's be quick, I don't want you staying out too long."
"Nothing will happen to me, why do you worry so much?" She got up from his lap. "I will go change my clothes and come back."
She excitedly ran towards the stairs, and as she was running she stumbled, and slipped. Falling from the stairs, "Ekansh."
His eyes widened in horror as she slipped, and he quickly sprung into action. He rushed forward, trying to cushion her fall, but he wasn't quick enough. He dropped down next to her, the panic growing inside him as he saw her lying on the floor, her hand clutching her baby bump.
Her eyes teared up as she felt pain in her abdomen and her clothes were wet by now, she looked down and it was blood, she couldn't bear it and became unconscious.
He was shaking as he held her in his arms. "No, no, no," he mumbled frantically, his heart racing in panic. He looked down and saw the blood, and his heart dropped. He quickly checked her pulse, relief flooding him when he felt a weak heartbeat.
He quickly hoisted her up in his arms, being careful not to disturb her baby bump. He ran outside and put her in the car, placing a towel on her bleeding abdomen.
He drove as fast as he could the nearest hospital, his heart pounding in his chest the whole time. He kept glancing back at her, his concern growing with each passing minute.
He parked the car in front of the hospital and rushed out, carrying her in his arms. He quickly approached the receptionist desk, desperation and panic evident in his voice.
"Please, I need help. My wife had an accident, she's bleeding and unconscious. Please, help her."
A nurse rushed forward and led him to the emergency room, where the doctors immediately took over. He stood outside the room, pacing back and forth, his mind racing with worry.
Every passing minute felt like an eternity, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness. He could only wait, watch the doctors work, and pray for her and their baby's safety.
The doctor came out and looked at Ekansh, "Mr. Shekhawat your wife is completely fine. But-"
He immediately rushed forward, his heart pounding in his chest. "But? But what?" he asked urgently, his voice filled with anxiety.
"She had a miscarriage." The doctor informed, "She is sensitive please handle her and this situation sensibly."
His world shattered in an instant. He felt weak, his legs barely supporting his weight. The words "miscarriage" echoed in his mind, drowning out everything else.
He nodded numbly, still processing the news. "Can I see her?" he managed to ask
"You can, but she doesn't know about it yet, tell her in a way that she doesn't face any kind of mental shock." The doctor informed and led him inside, where she was sleeping.
He walked into the room, and the sight of her, unconscious and pale, made his heart ache. He took a seat beside her bed, his gaze fixed on her sleeping form. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, his grip tight, as if he could hold on to her by the sheer strength of it.
He felt lost, unsure of how to break the news to her. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.
She stirred in her Sleep and opened her eyes, "Ekansh-" He gently squeezed her hand, giving her a weak smile. "Hey, love."
He paused, the words caught in his throat. He didn't know how to begin, how to tell her something that would shatter her world. He took a deep breath, steeling himself.
"Our baby? Is safe, right?" She asked with a weak smile, her eyes held hope.
He swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. He wanted to lie, to tell her everything was fine, but he knew he couldn't. He had to be honest, no matter how much it hurt.
"No, love," he whispered, his voice cracking. "There was an accident. You fell down the stairs and... and you lost the baby."
She laughed, "you are kidding," she smiled but when he saw his expression were hurt and serious, her eyes teared up, "That can't happen, our baby. No."
She tried getting up. He gently held her back, his touch firm but gentle. "Please, love, you need to rest. The doctors said you're physically fine, but you need to stay calm."
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still holding hers tightly. "Why? Why... Our baby.... It's... I-"
He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes full of sadness. "I don't know, love. I don't know why it happened. But we... we have to be strong."
He knew words couldn't take away her pain, but he kept talking, trying to assure her, "We will get through this. We are in this together, okay?"
"I want my baby back, bring my baby back." She shouted and held his collar before breaking down in tears and hugging him.
His heart ached as he felt her tears soak his shirt. He held her tightly, his own tears falling freely. "I wish I could bring it back, love. I wish I could do anything for you."
He held her close, whispers of condolences and reassurances leaving his mouth in hushed tones, trying to soothe her.