A/N: Oh my god... I am a terrible person for writing this ;( I can admit to the fact that I cried a bit...

Anyways, despite the depressing nature of this story, I hope you can still enjoy this chapter :) If you can find it in your heart to leave a review, it would be greatly appreciated :3

Yeah... You guys are going to hate me after reading this XD

Chapter 2 of my competition submission for the Fluff/Angst competition :)

Another shriek filled the air as Luna was once again told to push, and she clung tightly to Neville's hand as a wave a pain washed over her. He was watching her closely, face pale with his obvious worry. He didn't have to be a doctor to know something was wrong.

She'd only been pregnant for 7 months, which is far too early for normal babies to be born. As if that wasn't enough, the birth itself was taking far too long for his liking, and he could tell that Luna was getting tired. Every time she gripped his hand, he had to admit it hurt, but he just continued to tell her words of encouragement, urging her to continue on for just a little bit longer.

They had been told it was going to be a baby girl, and if he had been in love with the fetus before, he was even more in love with it at that moment. He could sit for hours and just feel the baby move around, kicking whenever he spoke. It was just so incredible that he had helped create something like this, when everyone had always told him what a failure he was.

And this posed yet another problem in the back of his mind.

A couple of days before Luna had begun having severe pains; Neville had stopped feeling any movement from their little bundle of joy. It worried him, but Luna had told him to just ignore it. He knew she was just as worried as he was, so pretending it wasn't happening was the only way they could think to cope.

Finally, with one final push, Luna relaxed and Neville could see the doctor pick up the baby. In that moment, Neville knew. He knew what had happened, and he just watched in silent shock as the doctor whispered something to the nurse as he handed her the baby.

There was only silence in the room. Not a single cry had left the baby's mouth.

Luna sat up a bit as the nurses began to clean up, looking around for their little girl. "Neville, where are they taking her?" She asked, looking up at him with her innocent blue eyes.

Neville remained silent, watching as the doctor cleaned himself up before approaching them with a somber expression on his face. Luna glanced between them, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to figure out what this all meant.

"Is something wrong? Did something happen to the baby? Why is nobody talking?! And why can't I hold her?!" She questioned, eyes widening as the panic set in. It was the exact opposite of the emptiness Neville was feeling in that moment.

The doctor clasped his hands together as he searched for the words to tell them, eyes showing how apologetic he was. "I'm sorry, but your baby was stillborn. They've taken her to perform a series of tests to see what the cause could have been, and again, I'm very sorry for you loss." He repeated, dipping his head as he left to give them a bit of privacy.

Luna was stunned into silence for a few minutes, silent tears leaking down her face as she processed this information. "She's… gone?" she whispered quietly after a while, falling into hysterics only moments after speaking.

Neville held her to his chest as she clung to him, staining his shirt with her tears. As she cried, he began to weep as well, the two of them sharing their grief.

"I'm so sorry Luna." Neville managed to sob out, petting the back of her hair as he tried to comfort her. She just shook her head, burying her face deeper into his chest.

They stayed like that for what seemed like hours, and they finally just ran out of tears to cry. Neville just numbly stroked her hair, and Luna's eyes just stared blankly at one of the walls as they tried to final a way move on from this.

The doctor finally came back in with the results of the tests, head bowed in his own sadness as he delivered the news. "We found out that what caused the baby's death was a twisted umbilical cord. It cut off the oxygen to the baby, resulting in the stillbirth." He explained, looking at the papers he held on the clipboard. "You can go home whenever you'd like, I'm sure you would rather be there than here." He said, giving them a sympathetic smile.

Neville nodded at him, and he quickly gathered all of their stuff together before helping Luna up and practically forcing her into the shower. Her eyes had lost their usual sparkle, and the blue had dulled considerably. As she showered Neville sat on the small couch, resting his head in his hands as he wondered what they had done wrong.

What had they done to deserve this? What kind of sick punishment was this? He'd rather it had been him instead of his little girl. If that was the reason he had died, he would have been satisfied with his life. Now he had to live with this feeling of guilt for the rest of his life.

They were right, all those years ago, he was a failure. He couldn't even keep his baby alive.

As Luna walked out of the bathroom, ready to leave, Neville made a silent promise that he would remain strong for her sake. That he wouldn't let his own guilt get in the way of taking care of her. When that sparkle returned to her eyes, he would worry about healing his own heart. Until then, he would just have to remember the days before this had ever happened and let that be his strength.

Leading her out of the hospital, one arm encircling her waist protectively, Neville felt as though the completeness he had felt only days before, was shattered into a million tiny pieces at his feet.