Chapter 3
Notes: So, I've read this fic where Katherine was pregnant, also been re-watching Grey's Anatomy for the nth time and thought: OMG Katherine should totally have a miscarriage! Maybe I'm sadistic? Maybe…
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Prompt: Katherine has a miscarriage and she and her husband, Elijah have to deal with their loss.
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It was just another regular day.
She had woken up with Elijah caressing her, now visible baby bump, and a sweet chase 'good morning kiss' from the most amazing man she knew.
Well, maybe the second one, because the same baby-bump her husband of two years was talking to now, was carrying their baby boy.
Whom didn't have a name, as yet.
"We should name him," Elijah prompted as they descended the stairs, going to break their fast in the kitchen.
Well, Elijah would. Katerina, not so much. She didn't see the point of inserting food in her system, if she would be throwing it all up over the toilet in a couple of minutes.
They said the morning sickness would pass as soon as she reached her 20th week of pregnancy.
They were stupid, and clearly didn't know of the stubbiness Katerina Petrova held against the same Katerina Petrova apparently.
Because she was already entering her 23th week and the nausea was still lingering. She had already lost her hope and accepted that it would go away with her belly bump, as soon as the baby was out of her womb.
At least, she prayed so.
"You should eat," Elijah insisted, as he ran the coffee machine, as he did every morning.
The coffee and the insisting part.
Katherine rolled her eyes and downed her ginger ale, as she did every morning.
She missed coffee so much, not as much as in the first month, but reaching her fifth, the craving for the dark-hot beverage didn't get any less frequent.
Her husband tried to submit to tea, for her sake, although she insisted he went back to black coffee, for he couldn't function without it, and let the tea for the evenings, as a good English man should do, she had said.
The couple's morning before the baby news, were spent languidly in bed, adoring each other, as any privileged married couple that didn't have to make it to work before 9AM would do, and certainly that was why there was a baby to change their routine now.
Well, there was still over four months for their boy to arrive in this world, but Elijah and Katherine's routine was already a little bit different.
Mainly hers.
Katherine was a model, and with that 'sexy baby bump', as Elijah would repletely say, she couldn't work on campaigns that weren't maternity focused, even though the clothes were Gucci, Versace, Givenchy, Prada…
Also, Elijah insisted she took it easy on the work load, since his wife could go hours without eating and taking a break.
He always reminded her she was growing a life, and for that she earned extra rights on being cautious with her health.
Katherine only rolled her eyes in affirmation and kissed him for his already overprotecting father attitude.
Elijah would be an amazing father.
They have never stablished if they wanted kids, and how many, before their marriage.
With Katherine being a worldwide model, and Elijah the CEO to his family business, there wasn't much time for them to discuss this before their impromptu weeding in a little church in Italy countryside.
They had met by Caroline, Elijah' sister-in-law, who was a skilled writer and strangely enough, Katherine best friend since she had entered the industry.
It wasn't love at first sight, though.
Not on Katherine' side at least.
She had given him the lamest excuses not to go out with him when in London.
Until Caroline, pitying her in-law' suffering, had set them up at a planned party, just for them to reencounter.
Katherine had been angry with her blonde friend for the total of two hours, because once she got to know the English-gentleman-CEO, she had fallen head over heels.
Not that she would admit that at the time. Not even under torture.
Now even if her Tom Ford's were being aimed for the Thames River.
Okay, maybe then.
But that wasn't the point!
After the date/party Caroline had set as an cheap excuse for them to meet again, Elijah and Katherine couldn't just unglue.
They did almost everything together when the brunette was in London.
And when she wasn't and he could get out of work, they would spend their weekends where she was working at the time.
And it was in one of those trips, that he had asked her to marry him.
As she licked her gelato in the middle of a random Italian street.
Katherine was petrified at first.
"Come again?"
"Marry me,"
Okay he hadn't asked per say.
But she still said yes as she thrown her ice cream to the next garbage bin and hugged him so tight, as she never wanted him to let her go.
And he never would.
Elijah thought Katherine would want the biggest wedding of all times, and was already bracing himself for the stress that came with the predicament, when she had suggested they drove up the Italy countryside on the same weekend.
"Let's get married,"
Elijah was holding her engage-ringed hand and deposited a kiss on it before speaking
"I thought I asked you that yesterday," he offered amused.
As usual, Katherine rolled her eyes, he had long disregarded it as a signal for annoyance when it came aimed at him, and only saw it as a natural Katherine reaction.
She didn't say anything else, but paused their stride in front of a stylish little church.
He aimed his sight at her and let go of her hand, moving his own to his hips as he questioned.
"Here and now?"
Katerina offered him a smile. Not the top-of-the-world-model smile, not a smirk, not the tight smile for when she wasn't feeling comfortable, but her sincere smile. One that he liked to think he could bring to her lips more and more every time they'd meet.
Katherine ascended two steps of the ladder in front of the little church before turning around saying.
"You coming?"
He didn't have a choice.
Still, if he did, Elijah would choose everything the same.
And two years from there, they were expecting their first child.
When she first came with the breaking news, he thought she would inform him that she didn't want it.
And although he did, Elijah wasn't one for making her do what he wanted, if anything, was the other way around.
So, when she told him 'they were gonna be parents', it was like all the weight fell off his shoulders and he had spun her around their room in pure delight, like out of a movie. Because their love and happiness at that time was made for movie screens.
It didn't take long for Katherine to start the nursery preparations.
She wanted something not sexist, and definitely not 'pink or blue' pattern, and Elijah was happy she had that conscience and that their baby, not gendered yet at that time, would get to be born in a healthy, modern environment.
Rebekah, as the interior designer she was, had planned everything as to Katherine preferences and Elijah had looked up to the project as well, approving it, even though he knew his word in case contrary to theirs, wouldn't make his wife or sister to change their minds.
And it was with much expectation that they waited for the time to come to welcome their son to this world.
Even though they couldn't resolve a name for him yet.
Elijah's family wanted Charles, or something English-like.
Katherine's family wanted a Bulgarian name, or something modern and US-like, since they lived there.
The brunette mom-to-be wanted to see the baby's face before deciding on a name, justifying that maybe wouldn't go well with his features if they chose before seeing him.
Elijah was okay with waiting.
Or so, 'till the point he could not find any more adjectives to call his unborn child.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked that morning, as he did everyday before leaving for the company.
Katherine only nodded from the couch, and before Elijah made a beeline to the front door to their penthouse, he kissed her goodbye, and placed his hand on her extended belly, wordlessly saying goodbye to their baby too.
They never knew it was indeed goodbye.
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The uncommon discomfort started around midday.
Katherine was preparing a light lunch before she would go shopping with Caroline, when she felt a unusual abdominal cramp.
Thinking nothing of it at first, she carried on with her activities.
And it wasn't 'till she showered that she noticed the blood running down her tights.
Trying not to panic, she called Caroline cancelling their shopping spree. The blonde had been worried right then and there, because Katherine never cancelled a trip to the Oxford Street. So, she had driven to Kath and Elijah's condo, only to find her sister-in law and best friend on the bathtub bleeding.
Activating her full-business-mode, Caroline had called the ambulance, for her friend couldn't possibly descend the stairs in this predicament, she also called her husband, Klaus, so he could alert his brother. Because God knew Caroline couldn't announce to Elijah that his pregnant wife was bleeding from her vagina.
Once in the hospital, the perky blonde was asked to wait as the doctors worked on her friend, and as the young doctor walked in the waiting room looking for Katerina Petrova's relatives, the look on her face told Caroline Forbes-Mikaelson everything she should know.
She wasn't gonna be an aunt anymore.
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Katherine was lethargic.
She was feeling pain on her lower abdomen, although the heavy weigh in her chest bothered her countless times more.
The medical team had told them it could happen in some first pregnancies.
Even though they were up to the 23th week already.
The fetus was long gone once she arrived at the hospital. And the cramping she felt was her body trying to put the corpse out.
Her eyes had been vibrated over the grey London sky through the window, so she didn't register the room's door being opened and then closed.
"Katerina,"
If she was holding her tears back until now, at the sound of Elijah's voice they trumped her wishes and started to fall down freely.
She couldn't remember if he had ever seen her cry before. Also, Katherine thought it unimportant at the moment, because the pain was so unbearable she didn't notice her shoulders shaking furiously until her husband strode the short steps from the door to her bed and hugged her tight, being careful with her midsection.
"Oh, Katerina, I'm so sorry," he pledged as he kissed the crown of her head that was on his shoulder now.
The ugly and painful tears like a waterfall staining his beforehand pristine and expensive suit.
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"We're not parents anymore," she announced a few hours into the evening, after her tear' stained face was almost dry. Her eyes were still glistening with tears that would soon fall, but Katherine was trying to come out strong.
She hadn't spoken any word to him, or to any doctor that came, but after a couple of hours, she found the strength to say that to him.
"It's not your fault," he assured her, knowing her well enough to figure that was what was running though her mind.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed at his say.
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They were home by the next morning.
The elevator ride was silent, as were their entrance at the apartment.
Elijah was carrying her bag and Katherine was walking slow steps into their home.
It didn't feel like anymore, though.
There was something missing.
She was feeling empty.
The irony in that saying was that indeed she was.
Empty as a drum, broken as a shell.
"Do you need anything?" Elijah inquired as he sat her bag down to their expensive white couch in the spacious living room.
The morning light shone and illuminated their glass-walled home, bringing the sunlight inside.
Funny how not only their walls were breakable, but also their roofs apparently. Their ground was so sensible and it seemed to be missing at the moment.
Katherine grunted in scorn and shook her head no, still not looking at him, nor professing any word.
She heard him sigh heavily and leave in the kitchen direction, coming back moments later with a water bottle, to find her still as a rock facing the world of skyscrapers outside.
The vision of her in the middle of their living room, hugging herself, eyes shining with unshed tears and the loneliness she seemed to be undergoing, broke Elijah's heart just a little bit more.
It was unendurable for him to see his wife, the love of his life, going through this excruciating pain and not being able to do anything.
The brown-haired Mikaelson moved to her side and offered her the bottle. She shook her head denying it, but he insisted by opening it and offering again.
Katherine took a few sips and gave it back to her husband, mumbling something about laying down and ascending the stairs carefully holding the railing.
It wasn't 'till a couple hours later that Elijah, after seeing some company maters at his study, found her seated in the rocking chair they had purchased for the nursery.
Katerina was facing the crib by the window and that image alone was enough to torn his insides just another bit.
"We have a nursery, but no baby to nurse," she pointed out when she heard him by the door, but still faced the world outside.
Elijah left his position by the doorjamb, and still with his hands in his trousers' pockets, got closer to her figure, only then he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm so sorry, Katerina," his voice whispering his sentiment.
She nodded and glanced rapidly at him.
The look on her face showed how beaten up she was.
"I feel empty," she offered, her voice as low as his, as if there was a baby sleeping in the room.
Elijah kissed the crown of her head and embraced her shoulders, kissing the side of her head in the process.
"It's going to be okay, Katerina," he whispered in her ear as she closed her eyes and let herself be held by the love of her life, her long ringlets showering his man-shirt-clad arm. "Not now, maybe not for a while, but I give you my word, it's going to be okay,"
Katherine nodded still with her eyes closed and left Elijah comfort her the best he could.
Her perfect place had come undone, her sun was eclipsed in this dark endless night where she couldn't reach a way out, not alone at least.
Katherine knew she was gonna be okay, she was Katherine Pierce, after all, but until then, she would be honest with her feelings, grieve the utmost loss in her and her husband's lives and try to move on.
Not today though.
Today she was going to cry.
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Notes: So, I've never been through this ever, probably never will, because I don't wanna have children, but if you did, I'm ultimately sorry and hope I did not offend you in any way with this piece.
Also, I created a post on tumblr (umaficwriter) where I ask you guys to prompt me anything Kalijah related and I'm happy to announce it was a success! That said, you guys gonna have new updates soon!
I haven't given up on 'I Know Places', or on my songfics, I'm just in the mood to write something different, that's why I came up with this idea, also so you guys can have somehow fics you really do want to read!
So, don't forget to comment if you feel like it and prompt me ANY ideas you might have! They being AH/AU or anything really, okay?
See ya xx