So as luck would have it, I had a terrible day yesterday. It involved rescuing three malnourished and lost kittens, I brought them to the Humane Society.....and then their owner, who should not be allowed to own animals, came to our front door, and threatened me and my family, cops got involved....and I got no sleep last night.
So with that in mind, and that being the mood I was in, here is Worst Day Ever featuring my BH Avacynne
Warning
If you are a mother who has ever lost a child through miscarriage or still birth, read at your own risk.
Lucky Shot
Avacynne lay on the refresher floor, there was blood, a lot of blood, her pants lay in a wad beside her, the faintly metallic scent permeated the room, and it was still coming. Her abdomen cramped again, the pain was blinding, and she winced audibly. How could something so small hurt so much. How delicate life was.
They were on Corellia, and a Selonian got a lucky shot in, kicked her in the gut, and at first it had been nothing. It had been a feeling of faint unease, as it dislodged from her, escaping the warm confines. As the day wore on the pain started to build, the bleeding had started, and Ava couldn’t stop it. How quickly dreams were dashed.
Not two days earlier she had bounded up to Torian with the biggest **** eating grin, the little plastic wand blinked positive. They were going to have a baby, an actual baby, something neither of them had thought possible, or at least unlikely with their differing genetics. The wand had blinked happily, and Torian had jumped and hooted and hollered and been so excited.
A lucky shot, Ava held back, Torian got in close, it’s how they worked, they were a cohesive unit when they fought. Dance partners, reading each move. It never occurred to her to stop, to cancel her contracts, her stomach was still flat, and despite the blinking positive wand, a baby was still an idea in both their minds. She was a Mandalorian, it wasn’t uncommon for female warriors to fight through their pregnancies. A lucky shot, the Selonian kicked her in the gut, something that under normal circumstances would have been inconsequential. Today, the consequences were devastating.
She lay on the fresher floor, as her womb expelled the rest of what could have been. How quickly a mother bonds, in two days, names, a future, hope, excitement, trepidation, anxiety, and love. Ava bit her fist, as her womb clenched again. She was empty again, surrounded by what would have held and nourished her budding child, it was all gone now and Ava mourned her lost baby, and everything it could have been.