Baby Mine (Adam Ruzek x Fire!Reader)
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Description: The week starts like any other for the two of you, but some surprising news changes things - maybe even for the better. Unfortunately, before you could tell your boyfriend - Adam - the universe has a cruel way of stepping on your good news.
Warning(s): strong language, canon-typical drama/violence, pregnancy symptoms, loss of consciousness, ectopic pregnancy, near-death experience, hospitals/emergency medical procedures, descriptions of grief, PTSD if I missed anything let me know!
A/N: request from another lovely anon “Can I please request an Adam Ruzek x reader where reader is a squad member at 51. And she finds out she’s pregnant but hasn’t told Adam yet, and she collapses after a call and gets rushed to med, and they find out she’s had an ectopic pregnancy and almost bleeds out in surgery. Lots of angst please ❤️” I did tweak it ever so slightly but this was Heartbreaking to write so I hope you enjoy it!!
Your least favourite part of the day was waking up in the morning in Adam’s apartment. Because no matter how much you wanted to lie in with him until he had to get up, your shift always started earlier and finished later. Despite that fact, he always tried to wake up and see you out the door. This morning was no different.
“Babe,” your mouth was dry and your voice was slightly raspy as you nudged Adam awake. From behind you, with his arms around your waist, he grumbled and pulled you closer to him.
“He’s not here right now,” he mumbled into your hair and stifled a yawn. You chuckled and shifted around to face him.
“Then who am I looking at right now, hm?” You trailed your fingers over his facial hair and a sleepy smile stretched across his face.
“Someone who’s not letting you go anywhere without a fight,” Adam replied as he finally opened his eyes and kissed you on the forehead.
“They sound like the same person to me,” you teased and he shrugged, still sleep-addled.
“Lucky you, huh?”
“Absolutely.” Before you could utter another teasing syllable, Adam was quick to pounce on top of you and bury his face into the crook of your neck. You let out a surprised yelp and broke into a fit of laughter as he nipped at your neck and his beard tickled the exposed skin.
“Adam! Adam - I’m going to be late!” you tried to reason with him but you could stop laughing and that only encouraged him.
“Be late… I’m sure Severide understands -”
“Absolutely not!” You eventually managed to separate yourself from him and began to get dressed. You made it to the kitchen for a quick coffee and some breakfast when Adam emerged from the warmth of the bedroom.
“Do you really have to go?” he groaned into the crook of your neck as he encircled you against the kitchen counter. With the hand that wasn’t holding your coffee, you threaded your fingers into his unruly hair.
“Yeah. Got fires to fight, people to rescue,” you stated quietly before you finished the last mouthful in your cup and pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. It was rare that your time off overlapped in a week since he worked 12-hour shifts and you did 24’s. But there were a few glorious times a month when your days off coincided and you made the most of every minute.
“Fine,” he grumbled with a heavy sigh, “I’ll stop by Fifty-One when I can, hm?”
“Sounds like a plan,” you agreed and ducked under his arms to get to the bathroom.
Since you’d left Adam’s apartment and made your way into the Firehouse, the fatigue you’d tried to fight off for the last 48 hours came creeping back barely an hour into your shift. Another cup of coffee seemed tempting after you’d convinced yourself it was probably just the effects of such a demanding job. But as you made your way to the common room, the sounds and smells of something cooking made your stomach roll.
“Hey, Y/L/N -” Sylvie greeted cheerily from the doorway, but you didn’t get the chance to answer as you made a beeline to the bathroom. Unceremoniously, you just about managed to lock the cubicle door and drop your bag before bracing yourself against the porcelain. With a few deep breaths, nausea subsided. You rocked back onto your heels and cleared your throat. The main door opened and hurried footsteps shuffled inside.
“Y/N?” Sylvie. Damn. There was no way you could lie to her. In fact, since you’d started spending more time with her, the more your ability to lie was compromised. You couldn’t look at those big blue doe-eyes and not feel unparalleled guilt for even thinking of lying to her.
“Are you alright in there?” You breathed out a sigh and forced yourself to your feet.
“I’m okay, just feeling a bit iffy. I’ll be fine,” you assured her and turned the cold tap on to run your hands under. A couple of splashes against your hot cheeks and you felt marginally better.
“You spent the night at Adam’s?”
“Yeah. I’m surprised I made it to the Firehouse on time,” you joked and she found it funny too. Before anything more could be said, the alarm went off overhead.
“Rescue Squad Three, Truck Eighty-One, Ambulance Sixty-One. Car accident -” With a heavy sigh, you gave Sylvie a pointed look before the two of you jogged down to the apparatus floor. Capp gave you a hand into the rig and all sirens wailing, everyone rolled out to the scene.
Following Severide’s orders, you set about stabilising the car nearest the front of the crash. A three-car pile-up was not what you wanted first thing in the morning but you didn’t complain. Not even when your stomach cramped and everything became ten times heavier than it should’ve been.
Whilst lugging K-12’s and Saws-All’s to and from the rig, you chalked it up to pre-menstrual symptoms and powered through it. There was a vague recollection in the back of your mind that you were due on at some point in the next week, so you made a note to find some painkillers when you got back to the Firehouse.
“Alright, on three!” You stepped in to help lift one of the casualties onto a stretcher and hand them over to the ambulance. When Sylvie finished loading the gurney into the back, she noticed your attempt to hide another wave of nausea.
“Y/N?” You steadied yourself against the side of the ambulance and opened your mouth to reply. Instead, a loud retch came out and what little you’d consumed for breakfast came back up and you just about missed your boots.
“Woah - hey, back of the ambo. You’re coming with us.” There was no room for an argument as she guided you to the back door and sat you alongside Borrelli who tended to the victim. The whole ride over to Med, you kept your jacket over your shoulders and your head between your knees.
“Chin up, Y/L/N, we’re almost there,” Jimmy informed you as he finished intubating the victim and they were stable.
“I’ll keep my chin where it is thanks. Any sudden movements and I’ll throw up on you,” you remarked quietly as you got closer to the hospital.
When the ambulance rolled up to the Emergency Room doors, Jimmy went ahead with the gurney and Sylvie stayed with you. She walked you up to the nurse’s station and relayed the information you were too nauseous to supply them with.
“Alright, let’s have a talk,” Will took over from Sylvie and led you to the nearest room. He drew the curtain across the door and you perched on the edge of the bed.
“Can you tell me when all of this started?”
“Uh… Maybe last Friday?” you answered whilst he made notes on the iPad in his hands.
“And can you describe your symptoms?” You took a moment to think about them all before you replied.
“Well, I’ve been tired, crampy… This morning I got really nauseous just smelling the food cooking in the common room and I threw up at the scene earlier. I figured it was just my cycle kicking in early… But I don’t know what else it could be.” Will made a noise of agreement and looked up from the screen.
“Okay, I’ll order a blood panel, urine samples and I’ll hand you over to Nat if you’d be more comfortable?”
“Thanks, Will.” He left with a nod and a smile before he headed out of the room. You were left alone for a few minutes. You took the opportunity to text Severide and let him know where you were at and he sent you well-wishes in return.
“I have to say, Y/N, I was surprised to hear you were in with us this morning,” Natalie greeted you with a cheery smile as she sanitised her hands and put on a pair of gloves.
“Ha. It’s good to see you too, Nat.” The minutes passed with light conversation amongst the various tests and checks Natalie did.
“- Alright, so this is the last test on the list that Will ordered and then you should be good to go.”
“Great. Thank you, Nat.”
“Of course. Just make sure you take things easy until we get the results back, yeah?” With a tight-lipped smile, you nodded and drew an X over your chest.
It was close to lunchtime when your phone rang and you excused yourself from the Squad table to answer it.
“Y/N? It’s Natalie,” the familiar voice greeted you and there was a momentary relief before you remembered that it wasn’t a social call.
“Hi, Nat. So, what’s going on?”
“Well, I’ve got your lab results in front of me - are you happy to discuss them over the phone or would you rather come over so we can talk face to face?”
“Here’s fine,” you assured her and leant against the wall. Natalie began to explain the results of the tests they’d run and made it easy enough to follow along.
“- it’s safe to say, based on this combination of results. You’re pregnant. Now, moving forward I can get you set up with your first follow-up appointment and -” Nat stopped when she heard the gasp that escaped your mouth.
“Y/N? Is everything okay?”
“Uh… I - Yeah, I guess. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I understand it might be a lot to take in right now, but I’d be more than happy to set up a consultation for you and Adam -”
“Thanks, Natalie. I just… I need a while to process and I’d appreciate it if Adam didn’t catch wind of this, for now.”
“That’s understandable, call me back when you’re available and we can discuss it further.”
“I will. Talk to you later.” You hung up and in an effort to avoid questions from Severide and the other guys on Rescue Squad, headed inside to the main house.
You headed straight for the bathrooms and locked yourself into a cubicle. There was no label for how you felt. Excited? Sure, you and Adam had talked about having kids but that was a ways in the future. Terrified? Absolutely. Your job was hardly low-impact and you loved what you did more than anything.
“Y/L/N? You’ve got a visitor!”
“Alright! Just a second!” You splashed some water on your face and headed out. It was when you rounded the corner to the apparatus floor that you remembered Adam had mentioned stopping by.
“Hey! I was gonna call but I wasn’t sure if you were on a call or not -” Breath caught in your throat when you saw Adam on the apparatus floor.
“Oh, don’t sweat it…” There was a brief sliver of panic. You gestured for him to follow you to the open bay doors. An autumnal breeze blew by and you pulled your fleece jacket tighter around your torso.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah! Everything’s fine. Totally cool,” you assured him with a nod. There was a split-second before you stepped closer to Adam and pulled him in by the front of his jacket. The kiss was slow and sweet. His beard tickled your chin slightly as he seemed to melt into your touch.
“Rescue Squad Three, Ambulance Sixty-One, Truck Eighty-One. Persons in distress -” For what felt like the millionth time that shift, the alarm went off. With a disappointed sigh, you and Adam separated and you gave him an apologetic look.
“I’ll talk to you later,” he let you go with a lingering touch and watched as you joined the rest of the company in rolling out.
It’d been a few days and you still hadn’t told Adam the news. You wanted to. Desperately. But any time the opportunity presented itself, you chickened out. Eventually you broke and told Sylvie the news, to which she’d hugged you and cried, which prompted you to cry as well.
Currently, you were out on a call and between handing out equipment, you were beginning to feel worse for wear. Dizziness swarmed you and periodically, your stomach cramped, but only near your back.
“Woah - hey! Watch it!” Your vision swam and you were swaying on your feet. Severide, who’d been stood closest to you, caught you before you’d hit the concrete. Your stomach cramped horrifically and tears forced themselves down your cheeks. In a matter of minutes you were loaded into the back of an ambulance.
Everything was too loud and too much. Jimmy drove to Med whilst Sylvie saw to you.
“Hey - stay with me, Y/N,” she prompted but all you could do was cry and writhe in pain. There was only one thing that seemed to work and that was a dose of painkillers to keep you calm until you reached Med.
What followed after you couldn’t be sure. Voices. Noise. Flashes of lights overhead. Blurry faces that vaguely resembled your friends as they looked down at you and barked orders for different quantities of painkillers. Different examinations and tests.
“ - Call Ruzek -” Was all you heard and before you could argue otherwise, everything blacked out.
You woke up gradually. Everything was still a little blurry and you couldn’t quite keep your eyes open long enough to figure out who was stood by your bedside.
“Adam?” Your vision cleared and you were met with the concerned features of one Connor Rhodes.
“Unfortunately not. Adam’s on his way over, though. I can stay with you for a little, if you want?” There was only one question you needed an answer to before Adam arrived.
“Is… I mean - what happened?” Connor sighed and sat down. Took your hand in his and gave you an earnest look.
“Nat - Doctor Manning - could probably tell you more about it. But you collapsed on the scene and when they brought you in, you’d started bleeding. A lot -”
“Don’t sugar coat it, Rhodes. What happened?” Connor sighed and shook his head.
“Your pregnancy. The embryo had fused to the outside of your uterus. There’s no solid explanation for ectopic pregnancies, but they’re not as rare as they sound. The embryo ruptured and had to be removed -”
“Oh, my God -”
“- It was too risky to reimplant because you almost bled out on the table.”
“Can… Can I have a moment alone?” With a solemn nod, he stood up and headed to the door.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. Really.” You sniffed and nodded him out of the door. When he was gone, you allowed yourself the opportunity to cry.
For what felt like hours, you cried, heaved and sobbed. Despite the ache in your abdomen, you rolled on to your side and pushed your face into the pillow. You hadn’t even had the chance to break the news to Adam and now you didn’t have a say in the matter.
“Hey - oh my God, Y/N - what happened?” Adam burst in as you finally managed to calm yourself down. As he took a seat on the edge of the bed you turned to face him, tearstained and aching.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner,” you stated as you pushed yourself to sit up. Adam was quick to pull you in as gently as possible for a hug.
“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”
“I -” the words died on the tip of your tongue as you tried to force them out “- I was pregnant…” Heavy silence. The clock on the wall ticked.
“I meant to tell you, but I kept backing out. And today, I-I passed out on a call and they said that the embryo ruptured -” Fresh tears fell and you sobbed into his chest. Pale fingers gripped and twisted at his shirt as he held you, gently rocking back and forth with his arms around you.
“Hey… Hey, I’ve got you, alright? I’m right here,” he assured you with a kiss to your forehead.
“I’m sorry, Adam -”
“No, no, Y/N/N, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This wasn’t your fault.”
“I should’ve told you,” you lamented as Adam ran a hand over your hair, soothing you slightly. Before any more could be said to calm you down, Natalie appeared at the door and offered you a sympathetic smile as she took the seat to the side of you.
“I just want to say how sorry I am, Y/N.”
“Thank you, Nat.” With Adam by your side, she began to explain what to do moving forward. You tried your hardest to listen, you did. But there was no way you could ignore how heavy you felt. The way your head swam from being overfed with information, statistics and pamphlets.
But at the very least, at that moment, you had Adam by your side.
@justanoffalygirl :)) I’m sorry
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