First Loud House fanfiction. R&R. And I'm keeping this a one-shot for now, I may turn it into a multi-chapter fic later. Also, bear with me please; I have never seen a full episode of this show, I've just seen clips on YouTube.
Having seven younger sisters and a younger brother, Luna pretty much knew when someone else was pregnant because she had witnessed all the mood swings, cravings, and pain Rita had to go through with the younger Louds. So, when Lori got pregnant, she instantly knew; although she was kind of shocked that it was Lori who got pregnant, and not Leni. But that's besides the point.
Waking up in the middle of the night to get a drink, she heard Lana wake up from a nightmare, and go down the hall to Lori and Leni's room to get into Lori's bed; getting up from her own to get some water, only to see Lana stop outside the bathroom, staring straight ahead, pale as a ghost.
"Lana," she said, going over to see what was the matter. "What are you d-"
Stopping behind her sister, Luna saw the trail of blood going from Lori's room into the bathroom, and saw Lori laying on the floor in a puddle of it. And she couldn't get their parents. because they were away for a couple's retreat for a week, and Lori had yet to tell them she had been pregnant. But she couldn't just let Lana see this.
"Lana, go to Lincoln's room," she said, shooing her little sister away. "Now."
"But, Lori's-"
"Now, Lana," she said, pointing to Lincoln's bedroom door. "Go."
Seeing her little sister retreat to the end of the hallway where their only brother's room was located. Luna knocked on the door, and entered the bathroom. And she unfortunately had no idea how to comfort her sister, because she had never seen anything like this, and all of Rita's pregnancies went fine. So the only thing she could think to do was hug her sister, and try to reassure her that she would be okay when she already knew she wouldn't be.
"You're okay," she whispered, petting Lori's blond hair, and rocking back and forth with her. "Everything's going to be okay."
Hearing Lincoln's door open, she got up and slammed the bathroom door shut; locking it tightly before sitting down on the floor with her sister again.
"Luna," he called.
"Lincoln, trust me. It's best that you don't come in here," she said, rubbing Lori's back. "Lori will be fine. Just...just try to convince Lana she had a bad dream and put her back in her room. Okay?"
"A-Alright," he stammered. "But should I-"
"No!" she shouted at the door before turning back to Lori. And one would think that as much as she and Bobby loved each other, and how happy she was to be carrying his child up until this point. Lori wasn't crying, she didn't react; she was just laying motionless in her younger sister's arms, staring at the wall with a blank look on her face. "Lori...Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah," she said, still staring straight ahead at the door. "I'll be just fine."
R&R