Chapter 12: Small Bump, Extended Ending

For those that want an ending about how the other riders react to the news of the miscarriage, please keep reading.

(Hiccup's POV)

It's time for dinner in the Great Hall. Becky and Eret are home by now, having a quiet dinner by themselves, if they eat. I'd say enjoying a quiet dinner by themselves, but it'd be hard for them to enjoy anything after what they're going through. I head to my usual table with my mom, Gobber, Astrid, Fishlegs, Snotlout, the twins, and Amalie.

The twins, Fishlegs, Amalie and I exchange a knowing look. I'd told the four of them earlier not to mention anything about Becky and Eret's miscarriage to anyone else, and that my mother and I would do the same.

But the twins are uncharacteristically quiet, but I can't blame them. They're dealing with this loss, too.

"Is it just me or are Ruff and Tuff more quiet than usual?" Astrid asks me.

"I hadn't noticed." I tell her. It's gonna be hard keeping this from my fiancée.

"Are Becky and Eret going to be joining us soon? I haven't seen them in a couple days." Snotlout asks.

"Maybe they wanted to have a quiet dinner alone." Fishlegs suggests.

"Or maybe they wanted to be left alone."

"Tuff…" Ruffnut starts.

"Uh…what does Tuff mean by that? Why would they want to be left alone?" Snotlout asks.

"Oh, quit worrying. They're fine. They just need some time…for themselves. No big deal." My mom interjects.

"Hey, guys." We turn and see Becky, Eret's arm around her.

"Mind if we join you?" Eret asks.

"No, not at all. Come, sit down." Gobber says, moving over to make room for the couple.

"So…rumor has it that you two are expecting a wee one." Gobber says, nonchalantly.

My mom, Fishlegs, Ruff, Tuff, Eret and I all turn to look at Becky.

Her face is stoic.

(Eret's POV)

"So, that's why you two wanted to be left alone." Snotlout says, smirking at us.

I chuckle nervously.

"Yeah…" My wife glares at me.

It's then we hear one of the new babies on Berk start to cry.

"Excuse me for a minute." Becky says. We watch her go.

"Didn't know you had it in you, Eret." Snotlout tells me.

"Can you not be a nitwit for just a few minutes? They're suffering right now." Tuffnut says.

"Tuff, it's fine." I say, putting my face in my hand.

"Wait, suffering? Why would they be suffering? Unless…no…" Astrid asks, putting a hand over her mouth.

"What, Astrid?" Hiccup asks.

"She can't have any more children. Drago damaged her so much that she can't have any more."

"Although that makes sense, that's not the reason." I open my mouth to tell the truth before we hear a clap of thunder and a scream.

Becky's scream.

Fearing the worst, I rush outside in the rain to find my wife kneeling down in the mud, throwing it, sobbing.

I kneel in front of her, taking her hands from slinging anymore mud.

"Darling. Honey. Baby. Look at me. Look at me."

Becky looks up and breaks down, flinging herself into me.

"Shhh. I know, honey. I know. I know." I tell her as she sobs into my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault." I tell her as I myself begin to sob.

It takes several minutes for us to stop sobbing and to look to see our friends and family have gathered around us.

My Becky leans on me. I rub her back.

"You wanna know why we wanted to be left alone?" Becky asks the group.

"Baby, you don't have to do this. They can know with time."

"Know what? That you were damaged so much you can't have any more children?" Snotlout asks.

"I wasn't damaged too much by him…I…Eret and I…we had a miscarriage." Becky says, brokenly.

"Oh, my gods. We are so sorry." Astrid says.

"We just wanted a little privacy, you know? So we could grieve…but I couldn't stand lying to you guys. You guys are our extended family. You don't lie to family."

"Becky, we would've understood if you and Eret didn't want to tell us the full story. You could've just said 'we lost the baby' and we would've shut up about it." Snotlout says.

"It's not that easy, Snotlout. How do you tell your family you lost something…someone…that was a part of you for three months?"

"Not easily." Valka says.

Becky breaks down again and I don't hesitate to hold her close to me.

"We'll get through this, my love. We'll get through this."

You were just a small bump unborn, for three months then torn from life…