Miscarried (What the Billionaire Wants 3)

By Lila Lacroix

When the ultimate tragedy strikes, Tina isn't sure if she can ever get her life back on track, and starts to push Ryan away.

Will their love be enough to keep them together, or will they split up again - this time permanently?

This 15,000 word story is the third and final part of Tina and Ryan's trilogy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diamond Star Publishing
• Release date: Aug 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502259042

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Miscarried (What the Billionaire Wants 3)

Lila Lacroix

Published by Diamond Star Publishing, 2014.

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Miscarried (What the Billionaire Wants III)

Miscarried (What the Billionaire Wants III)

Tina didn't know what to think. She felt sick to her stomach, and nothing Ryan could say would make it better. She felt empty, both physically and mentally, and didn't know how to make herself feel better. Clutching tightly at the sheets on the bed, she couldn't even bring herself to hold Ryan's hand. She wanted to be better for him, wanted to show him that they could get through this, but she didn't believe it.

She didn't say anything. She didn't know why she chose to deal with things that way, but she did, mostly because it was something she could control. The nurses asked her questions, family and friends dropped by, but Tina didn't say anything. She knew she was upsetting them, but she didn't care. Ryan was the only one that didn't try and force her to speak; he smoothed down her hair, not even caring that it was gross and greasy. He kissed her head, forehead, cheek and just spoke to her, even though she could hear the pain in his voice.

It isn't fair, she thought. Ryan was so strong, standing by her even when she was losing her mind, but she didn't know how else to deal with everything. It all felt so out of control. She was starting to cry again and wanted to curse herself internally, but she was just too devastated to think anything except my baby.

It's gone, she whispered, and felt sick to her stomach when she thought I didn't even know its sex. I don’t even know if it was a he or a she.

Ryan just held her, whispering sweet nothings and burying her face in his chest. She accepted the comfort, her sobs loud in the hospital room, and she didn't know if she could stand this. She felt like she was flying apart in a million different directions and it isn't fair.

* * *

The doctor decided to keep her in for a few days, worried about complications. Tina didn't care, didn't bother to tell him why, she just didn't think she could go home. She wanted to – she wanted to be with Ryan, even though he came to visit her every day, she just wanted to go home and be with Ryan and forget the world existed, but the thought of actually having to go terrified her. She didn't care if she had work or a life or anything else at all; she just wanted to give up and cry forever. Life didn't feel like living if she didn't have her baby.

Ryan was watching her, telling her about his day, and Tina gave in to the impulse to take his hand. She looked oddly pale against his skin, and the breath Ryan sucked in startled her almost to the point that she wanted to take her hand back. As though he was expecting that, Ryan tightened his hold, and the smile he gave her was blinding. Swallowing thickly, Tina let out a breath and smiled back, weak and her heart not really in it, but she wanted to show him that everything was fine, even when she felt like she would never be fine again. He didn't deserve it – he had lost his child too, and she was just a burden.

She wanted to tell him that, wanted to make him understand that she was not the right person for her, but she didn't know how to do that.

Sweetheart. Ryan looked sad again, not that this was anything new. He seemed to look sad a lot lately. I need you to smile for me sometimes.

Why? It was the first time Tina had spoken in days; her voice was raw, and she could already feel her eyes welling up a little.

Ryan looked even more sad, if that was even possible, and leaned in closer, kissing her forehead. Tina didn't know what to do with all of the affection. It was making her skin crawl, as though she didn't deserve any of it; Ryan shouldn't be kind to her. She had failed him in the worst way.

When Ryan wasn't there she found herself thinking about the baby and about everything she could have done. Ryan would have been an amazing father, she thought, would have treated the baby as well as, if not better, than he treated her. She would have her done her best to bring her child up the way her mother had done for her – only she would have cut out some of the mistakes. She thought about school, about playing together, growing up and university.

Tina curled up on the