A/N: There was subtle foreshadowing in the last chapter to this one that no one noticed :/ So umm... yeah. I'm sowwy. I think this was always an angst story, but I accidentally led you guys on into thinking it wasn't. Anyway, rest assured, this is the last of the angst!

Also the past three ish chapters plus this one and the next few were all supposed to be in the epilogue, but I cut it up and decided to extend the story a little bit more, because idk. I just do a lot of things that I don't understand lol.

I really appreciate all of you guys for being so sweet. Thank you so much for always being supportive and kindhearted. It means so much to me and I hope that you all are happy and satisfied! :D

Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own GMW because these poor characters would be put through the ringer...

Lucas turned into the parking spot of their apartment, glancing at Maya in concern. Maya was staring resolutely out the window, her facial expression hidden from him. She was clutching onto herself, hunched in the passenger seat, her body curled in on itself the slightest bit.

"Maya. We're home."

She didn't respond, the only sign that she had even heard him in the first place a minute tightening of her grip on the sleeve of her sweater.

"I'm need a nap." She mumbled.

"Don't you want to talk about—"

"I don't want to talk. I'm just tired."

"Maya—"

"I'm fine." She snapped.

Maya climbed out of his car and slammed the door shut, heading inside without a backwards glance. Lucas sighed, leaning back against the head rest and momentarily closing his eyes.

She wasn't fine.

He wasn't fine.

They both weren't fine.

"What do you mean gone?" Maya asked quietly, her voice wavering as she stared at their OB. "How can a heartbeat just disappear?"

"Well, Maya. If you look here, your six week ultrasound showed two implantations and yolk sacs for the development of twins. This is your current, twelve week ultrasound. There's an empty gestation sac while the other one has a baby."

Lucas stared at the image on the ultrasound, a painful gripping in his chest at the words. He tightened his hold on Maya's hand, trying to help soothe her shaking by rubbing circles on her knuckles.

"So what?" Maya snapped, "What the hell do you mean empty gestation sac? How can there just be an empty sac when something was in there before?"

"Maya, Lucas, I'm sorry to say one of your twins vanished."

Maya swallowed thickly, her eyes glassy as her jaw clenched. Her grip on Lucas' hand tightened.

"I don't understand." Lucas said, "How?"

"It happens sometimes, I'm afraid." Dr. Diaz said sympathetically, "It's called Vanishing Twin Syndrome, and though not particularly common, it does happen on occasion. It occurs when the uterus is not capable of carrying multiples at a given time. It essentially is something like a partial miscarriage. Maya, you told me you suffered from some bleeding yesterday that you believed to be spotting."

Maya sniffled. "Are you saying that was a miscarriage, then?"

"I believe so. I'm sorry."

Lucas could barely breathe. His mind was spinning and his heart lurching painfully in his chest.

"Are we…" He cleared his throat when the sound came out thin. "Are we in danger of losing the other baby?"

"There is no way to tell. We will continue to monitor Maya's pregnancy carefully to make sure your baby is safe and develops properly." She responded. "I do want you though to consider the possibility that the implantation could have been unstable for either babies, and that only time will tell what will occur. Please be prepared for anything that might happen."

When Lucas walked into the apartment and tossed his keys and cellphone on the counter with a sigh. He stooped and picked up Maya's purse from the floor where she had apparently just dropped it. There was light coming from under their bedroom door, but everything else was darkened. He wondered if Maya had even bothered to take off her shoes.

Lucas knew she wasn't okay. He could clearly see that she was grieving. She was suffering.

Because he was too.

They lost one of their children, even if they never really got acquainted with them. Even if they had only seen them once, they had still lost a child by some force they had no control over. It had to be tearing Maya up inside. And he knew she was going to blame herself, regardless of the fact that it was not her fault. It was just her nature. And whenever she was in pain, she always tried to shoulder the burdens on her own, no matter how much Lucas tried to get her to open up to him.

He shuffled down the hall, feeling weighed down by the situation as he entered their bedroom.

Maya was curled up in a ball on the bed, sniffling softly and staring blankly at the opposite wall. Lucas climbed onto the bed, laying down next to her. She turned around and curled into him. She wasn't sobbing particularly loudly, but Lucas could definitely feel her body shaking slightly and the tears from her eyes were wetting his shirt. He rubbed her back gently, kissing the top of her head to let her know he was there, even if he didn't have the words to say to help alleviate her pain.

"Maya. Talk to me." He said against her hair.

"Lucas… I'm okay." she muttered, "Just shaken up a bit. I'll be okay."

"What's on your mind?"

"I wonder…" she mumbled into his chest in between a broken sniffle, "Is this was a sign that I don't deserve to be a mother? Is this a sign that maybe I'm not ready? That if I try motherhood, I'll be terrible at it?"

Lucas' heart broke at the pain in Maya's voice. She had already become insecure, developing ideas that she would be a terrible mother despite the fact that she hadn't yet had a chance to show what she could do.

"Maya, you'll be an incredible mother who cares the world for her child and wants nothing but their happiness. If you think for a second you don't deserve to be a mother, you're wrong."

"Lucas, I'm sorry…"

"Don't be."

"I know you're in pain too. I know you must blame me for this. I made us lose our—"

"Maya, stop." Lucas held her tighter to him, silently begging her to stop. It was breaking his heart. "This was not your fault, okay? This was never your fault. And I don't blame you. There was nothing we could have done to prevent this Maya. Please don't do this to yourself."

"I'm sorry…" she whimpered. "I'm so sorry for being so emotional."

"You don't have anything to apologize for."

They remained like that for a while, Maya sniffling quietly and occasionally sobbing as Lucas held her. Eventually, the sniffles petered out and were replaced by Maya's deep breaths from her sleep. When he was sure she was sleeping, he pulled himself from her grasp, rising from the bed. He tucked her in carefully, removing her heels and making sure she was comfortably situated under the blanket before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her head. Then he left the room, cutting the lights after watching Maya for a few seconds.

He walked to the living room, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. No doubt, despite his words, Maya was probably still thinking she was at fault for the loss of their child. But she needed to see that she definitely had what it took to be a mother.

And then it hit him.

Grabbing his cell phone from the counter, he dialed Riley's number. He had an idea, but if he wanted it to work out, he would need her help.

"You've got three minutes Lucas, I'm walking to a meeting." She said as soon as she picked up.

"Riley, Maya and I lost a twin."

"What? No… That's horrible! Maya. Is Maya okay? Do I need to come back to New York?"

"She's not. She will be, but right now she's having thoughts that she shouldn't be a mom at all."

"But she'll make a wonderful mother."

"I know. That's why I need your help. I need a phone number. The phone number of a student whose first name is Joey. He attends JQA High and is in Maya's art class. That's all the information I can give you because that's all I know. You think you could find out his phone number for me?"

"You're asking for something kind of illegal, Lucas. Not to mention it might take a little bit of a while since all you have is vague information."

"It's for Maya, that's all. I swear I won't use it for any wrong reasons. I just need to contact him."

Riley was silent for quite a while before she finally sighed.

"…Alright. I can get you the phone number, but you better not tell anyone. I could lose my job for this."

"What do you do exactly anyway?" Lucas asked suspiciously.

It wasn't clear to anyone exactly what Riley's job was. Not even Farkle really knew. She called it "consulting" for the government, but that could still have meant any number of things. Plus there was the fact that Riley had access to a lot of classified information that the general public wouldn't know. Honestly, he was really curious as to what she did, but no one had been able to get a clear answer from her.

"Oh look. Three minutes are up. Gotta go." Riley said, clearly avoiding the question, "I'll get you that number by the end of the day. And Lucas. I expect good results of whatever you need this number for or I'm coming back to Maya. Bye."

After ending the call, Lucas headed back to their bedroom. He slipped off his shoes and climbed into bed behind her, knowing that all she needed right now was some comforting. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as she slept.

Lucas honestly hoped his plan would work because he couldn't bear to see Maya suffering.