Liz

"Liz? You ready?", B called from downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm coming.", I replied.

Today we were going to go get my tattoo.

I was getting this:

It basically signifies that there is always sun at the end of a rainy day, which to us means that there'll be happiness at the end of our grief.

We got in the car, the silence eating me alive.

"So.", I said, trying to spark a conversation.

"So.", Brendon replied.

It was clear this wasn't getting anywhere.

"Never mind.", I sighed.

"Liz, what's going on?", B asked.

"Nothing. It's okay.", I replied, sighing, as the silence continued.

"We're here.", he said after a while.

We got out and he held my hand as we walked in.

We walked in and sitting there was Vic Fuentes.

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY BTW)

"There is no way, Vic?", I asked.

"Liz?", he asked, standing up.

"Hi, oh my gosh!", I said, hugging him.

"It's been too long! How've you been?", he asked.

"I've been good, finally getting my first tattoo.", I chuckled.

"So I've heard, it's about time, your husband basically has more tattoos than he has bare skin.", he chuckled.

"Well, I have a low pain tolerance.", I sassed.

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Urie. I take it you're scared.", he rolled his eyes playfully and I smacked him.

He mocked offense and I chuckled, sitting down in the chair before pulling out my phone to show him the design.

"That's beautiful, you got a meaning for it?", he asked, preparing the tattoo gun.

I felt a small lump in my throat, as I got ready to tell him what happened.

"We lost our daughter a month ago. Miscarriage.", I said, sighing.

I didn't cry for once.

It's improvement.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how you two feel.", Vic said, hugging me, then turning to hug Bren.

"Thanks Vic, you're one of the first people we told.", Bren smiled.

"What was her name? If you want to say, of course.", he asked, hesitantly.

"It's no problem. Her name was gonna be Arabella Marie. She would've been born on December 22nd.", I replied.

"The first day of Capricorn season.", he shook his head sadly.

"Yeah. My dad was a Capricorn. The day after.", I said.

"Damn, that sucks, I'm actually kinda sad now.", he replied.

"Don't be, it's okay, life goes on.", I told him, smiling.

"Alright, let's do this tattoo, shall we? For Arabella.", he asked.

"For Arabella.", I laughed.

"For Arabella.", Bren chuckled.

We high-fived, and he started outlining the tattoo.

Then the painful part came.

"Jesus Christ! Dude, how do you almost have a sleeve?", I winced at the pain, looking at B.

"I'm a man, that's why.", he sassed.

"So, you're saying that girls are weaker than men?", I asked, mocking offense.

"Not exactly-", he started.

I smacked him at the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"You deserved it.", I told him.

"You little pain. You're lucky you're adorable.", he chuckled.

~timeskip~

"And you're done!", Vic said, pulling the tattoo gun from my arm.

"Oh my God, thank you so much Vic.", I replied, pulling out my wallet.

"Liz, no worries, it's on the house. You deserve something nice right now.", he chuckled.

"Vic, I'm going to pay you. Take it.", I protested, handing him a $100 bill.

"Liz, this is too much.", he looked at me.

"Take it. You deserve it."

"Thank you.", he replied.

"It's nothing.", I responded, as we packed up to leave.

We began to drive home and I couldn't help but to stare at my new tattoo in awe.

"You like it?", B asked.

I nodded.

"Love it."

We went home and I went up to Ara's room for the first time since it was done being decorated.

My heart hurt at the thought of this nursery going to waste.

And at that moment, as I sat down a pink rocking chair next to the crib, I decided to finally announce to the world what had happened.

elizabethurie I always wanted my first tattoo to be meaningful, and it was that and so much more. A little more than a month ago, we unfortunately lost our unborn daughter, Arabella Marie Urie to a miscarriage. While it is devastating and painful, we will come out of this grief stronger than ever and will continue to live life through her. This tattoo is a symbol of that.
All your well wishes and condolences are greatly appreciated, and we ask for nothing but respect during this time of grief. Much love. ❤️

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I put my phone on do not disturb, knowing very well that everyone was going to blow up my notifications, and that was the last thing I wanted.

I went to bed that night feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.