Aizawa Shouta x Reader {One Shots}

WARNING: Child loss

Words: 500+

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You didn't bother turning on the lightswitch as you closed the creaking bedroom door behind you. Every step felt heavy as you moved forward to stand beside the tiny crib, letting yourself fall down to your knees on the wood laminated floor, not caring for the bruises it might leave.

You're beyond caring about anything else at this point

It was so quiet in the dark emptied out room. Your slow easy breaths, becoming quick and labored the more seconds you stay in this particular space in the house. Your fingertips wringing themselves through the wooden poles, gently stroking over the cool kept blanket.

You used to love this room so much: Cotton candy coloured walls, a soft brown for the wooden floor boards, little animal plushies stuffed on the windowsill, and above the crib, star shaped charms that would reflect the colours provided by the nightlight, in hope it would chase all nightmares away. But now...

You stopped your strokes, trailing your hand up the soft material until your fingertips were met with a cold tiny hand. Strangled whimpers left your lips as you tried to keep quiet, in fear you might disturb her peaceful slumber. Tears ran down your cheeks uncontrollably as you held on to the tiny fingers, afraid she'll slip through yours if you ever let go.

"(Y/N)?"

The bedroom door creaked open as you heard your husband call your name. Stilled in his actions as he saw you kneeled besides your baby girl's crib. Crying. Grieving. He stepped inside the room and silently made his way behind you, also falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around you, burying his face in your shoulder.

You whispered his name, your voice hoarse and strained through held back sobs "Shouta," you other hand reached up and held on to the arms that embraced you, letting you sinking into his comfort. "I want her to stay," You felt his grip on you tighten. "I don't want to leave her,"

You always imagined how it would be like to start a family with your husband: The sleepless nights were your baby girl would wake you two up, happy to take the middle spot between her mom and dad in their bed. How as a toddler she would learn to walk right into your husband's arms, that maybe her first word would be momma. How you could look at her and point out you and Shouta's features. How she would grow up and might want to be just like her dad, saving the day and scaring them half to death every time she did something dangerous. Maybe one day she'd meet someone special, someone who makes her happy and asks her hand in marriage, which your husband might even find scarier than any mission he's been on.

But the cold hand laid in yours withholds you from fleeing into the blissful what-if's, and instead keeps you wide awake in this heartbreaking reality. You wailed, strengthening your grip on her hand, as you let all hope of her being 'just asleep' wither. "I don't want to bury her!"

You hear your husbands breath's go just as rigged as yours. You felt him start to shake and bury his face as far as he could in your shoulder as he held onto you for dear life. Tears start to stain the fabric that covers your shoulder as he starts to weep behind you. His voice cracks as he whispers through his tears,

"Me neither..."