#rosetylerthevaliantchild

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In Sickness || Closed

Three days.

It had been three days since Rose had woken up with a miserable cough and a fever, and since then it had just gotten worse. John had been doing his best to take care of her, nursing her and feeding her and just...trying.

But she seemed to be getting worse.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t take you to the hospital?” John asked uncertainly as he brought her a bowl of soup.

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A Scene || Closed

It had only been a week and a half since Rose had been released from the hospital, and John really wasn’t sure about returning to the playroom so soon, but Rose had begged.

And he couldn’t say no.

So he led her to the playroom, nervous. She’d asked for hard. He was hesitant about that too.

“Rules,” he said as they stepped inside. “You call me sir. At all times. You address me as sir every single time you speak to me, without fail. You only speak when I tell you to speak, or to say the color. You do not orgasm without permission. Only colors are red and green. You say red it’s over. Do you understand?”

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"Well, it's not like we woulda let him in the playroom." Rose pointed out, smiling sadly. "I--I mean it. You woulda been an awesome dad." And she'd never be able to give that to him.

“Any kid of mine is going to be curious enough to go looking though,” John pointed out with a smirk. She was wrong. He’d be a horrible father.

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"Yeah." Rose murmured, wiping at her eyes. She was silent for another long few moments, before whispering. "You woulda made a great dad."

John snorted at that. “Yeah, I’m sure. ‘Hey Daddy why do you like whips so much?’ ‘Well you see son...’”

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"I dunno. Someone could've adopted it. Or.--" It didn't feel right to say the word abortion. Not after what had happened. "I just-- Did you really think we were ready for this?" She was trying to rationalize, trying to make herself feel better. But it wasn't working.

“I’m sure we would’ve found a way.” That was mostly just the way John thought. He didn’t necessarily want a son or a daughter, but he’d have found a way to raise one if he had to. THere was always a way.

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"Yeah. I guess you're right." Rose murmured, but it didn't sound like she believed him. "Would you have-- Would you have wanted to keep it? If I hadn't lost it--?"

John hesitated, hunkering down closer to her. “I...I mean....what else would we have done?”

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"But it's dead. It's dead and I couldn't keep it safe." Rose murmured, closing her eyes, "I should have known. We should have been better about preventing it-- I shouldn't have forgotten my pills."

"Rose up to twenty percent of pregnancies end in miscarriage, and eighty percent of those are in the first twelve weeks.” John knew. He’d obsessed over it. “There’s nothing you could have done differently. It just wasn’t meant to be. And we’ll be better this time. We’ll be more careful.”

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She was silent for a long moment, crying into his shoulder. It /was/ stupid, because she hadn't wanted this baby in the first place. Hell, she had never wanted babies. But now that option was gone and she felt guilty because-- Maybe somehow she'd caused this. "I know I didn't wanna have a baby but-- It's dead. That baby's dead and it's my fault. Our baby."

“Rose...” John’s heart broke, and he held her tighter. “It’s not your fault, Rose. It’s not. It just...it happened. It happens sometimes. There was nothing you could have done.”