Pezberry Week | Angst
"Shh, it's okay," Rachel murmured, brushing her fingers through Santana's hair. She pulled Santana down on the bed, wrapping her arms around her shoulders and dropping a light kiss to Santana's temple. Her vision was blurry as she fought to hold back her tears.
A broken sob wrenched itself out of Santana, her face contorting in pain. She tried to pull away from Rachel, pressed her palms against Rachel's collarbone and struggled against Rachel's hold on her. "It's not okay," she cried, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks on to Rachel's top. "It's not. Stop saying that it's okay," her voice broke and the tension in her body released as she practically fell into Rachel's embrace.
"I know, Santana," Rachel said gently, fingers swiping across Santana's face. "I know," she repeated. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting against the feeling of loss that built up in her stomach and threatened to take her over.
"We just — we have to be strong," Rachel whispered, feeling Santana's body tremble in her arms as she sobbed, hands clutching Rachel's shirt. "You're so strong, Santana," she told her. "We'll get through this."
"I lost him," Santana cried, her grip on Rachel tightening. "I lost our baby."
Rachel trailed one hand across Santana's stomach. She pressed her forehead against Santana's. "I love you," was all she said.