Chapter 1

My headphones in, listening to the most morose song I could find, I sat looking out the window of the train. The buildings flew by me and the rain made loud pelting noises on the dirty window. Nobody sat next to me, in fact there was no one else in the whole car but me.

I let loose, I pulled my knees to my chest and let the tears fall from my face. My wedding band glinted on my finger and I cried even harder. It was all my fault. Everything.  The baby was gone; she was lying in the ground by herself. And I, the murderer was alive sitting in an empty train car in the heart of Chicago.

I attempted to swaddle my stomach that was no longer protruding, or active with soft kicks. The train slowed to a stop and I heard a person enter. They, without hesitation sat next to me and took me under a strong arm. With no resistance I leaned into the person. I barely even thought of who the stranger could be. I just knew.

I knew he would come for me. I was not afraid of this man. Only HE could smell of mint and lavender. It was he. I loved him. And I hated that he had found me.  As the train once again slowed to a stop, this time, our stop, I leaned closer into him.

He took me into his arms and carried me out of the car, and then out of the station ignoring the judgmental eyes following us both. Shielding me from rain with his work jacket, he kept pace walking through the lot, towards our home.

The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in blankets and laying in our bed. I still felt the terrible emptiness, which lead to the horrible sorrow and guilt in the pit of my stomach.

My husband’s warmth rustled behind me, and he threw his arm over me protectively drawing me closer to his body. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift until I was half asleep.

Suddenly I was back. Back to that faithful day exactly 3 weeks ago. The day I lost my little girl. 

Moar?

AN:there will be more mpreg!