After losing your baby, the one that you haven't even gotten to see or hold yet, you fell into a state of severe depression. You stopped talking to almost everyone and locked yourself up in your room, wanting to spend the rest of your days crying and mourning over the loss of your baby.

Your husband, Scaramouche, refuses to give up on trying to make you feel better by trying to comfort you everyday.

“...what do you say we go outside today? Take a walk?” He asks thoughtfully with a smile.