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Becca stared at the puddle of blood. She didn't even try to hide the choked sob that escaped her. Before Robin could make another move Becca jolted to her feet and ran until there were five blocks between he and the sidekick. She collapsed again and coughed up more blood.
The baby was gone. She'd been able to feel little nudges inside her before her visit to the doctor's office and now . . . . Nothing. Her daughter was gone, splattered across the pavement five blocks away.
A loud boom of thunder split the silence and a steady rain began to fall. Becca stayed where she was for what seemed like hours until she finally got to her feet and headed towards home. She walked for a few minutes before stopping and tilting her head towards the sky.
"You must really hate me," Becca muttered sourly towards the sky. "Really, you must get a kick out of watching my life fall to shit!" she screamed while fresh tears blurred her vision. "I hate you! I hate you so god-damn much!" Her voice cracked and she wiped her tears away.
When Becca got home Jonathan was laying across the couch, sleeping, a book lying across his chest. She tried not to make too much noise as she crossed the living room and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower.
He would've been happy, Becca thought as she stepped into the shower. There might have been a short period of freaking out, but he would've eventually been happy about the baby.
He'd never know they'd lost a daughter.
A/N: Oh, the angst!