Heyyo! Kat again! Enjoy this new chapter of The Secret of Bonnie and Clyde! ~Kat
Ch. 4- Shock
Bonnie's POV
Emma was clearly in shock. She sat curled in the backseat of the car, staring off into space. While Em was upstairs, Clyde and I had buried Lorraine. I had cried a little more in the process, and when he had finished, he had held me. She was waiting on the couch when we walked back in. I took the little girl close, stroking her short, brown curls. I led her out to the car and set her in the backseat, which is where she stayed. I know that Clyde wasn't very happy about Emma being with us, I could tell by the look on his face. I reached over and took the hand not on the steering wheel, watching Emma curl up into a ball, the blanket momma made her wrapped around her.
"Clyde?" I whispered.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Can I get in back with Emma?" He nodded.
"Yeah, sugar. Go right on ahead, lemme stop the car.." He pulled into a ditch, and I hopped out and climbed in the back with her.
"Emma?"
"Hi, Bonnie.." She sat up and I sat down, and patted my lap. She laid her head down onto it.
"Honey, you can sit on it if you'd like.." I heard her giggle softly as she sat up and curled into my lap. Her head found my shoulder, and my arms wrapped around her to hold her close. I could see Clyde smiling in the rear-view mirror, and I couldn't help but smile back, winking at him. I heard him chuckle and I giggled softly in return. Emma squirmed in my lap, and my arms tightened around her. We drove until we reached a motel, and Clyde gently lifted her from my arms before we went inside. He laid her down on the bed, a soft, sweet smile on his face as he brushed a curl from her face. He might not've been real happy that she was here with us, but man, he would've made a damn good father. The way he looked at that little girl, our little girl, melted my heart. My hand ran across my lower stomach. I wanted a child.. So badly it hurt. But, if I did get pregnant, I couldn't help with the robberies and such. And besides, I don't even think we could get pregnant. Clyde and I had tried. It had worked, once… For about five months, then I lost it. Clyde had held me as I miscarried our baby in the car, held me as I cried for days afterwards. I had a little bump and everything… We'd felt it kick. I still woke up crying about all the blood, in fact, I had had a nightmare just the night before. Clyde glanced up at me, and his soft smile turned into a worried frown.