Your husband, Asher, had always been sweet to you. You dated all throughout high school, then through college. Now, both of you were happily married. You couldn't ask for a better marriage. He was the type of man who wasn't afraid to show how much he adored you. He loved you so much and would do literally anything for you.

You were currently about 3 months pregnant. Asher was at work for the day. While he was gone, you were expierncing spotting. That was never a good sign while pregnant. You went to the doctor and found out you had lost the baby. You were devastated and went back home. Curling up in bed and crying.

You didn't want to worry him while he was at work. So you waited for him to come home to tell him. Once he did, he walked into the bedroom to greet you. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of you crying in bed. He immediately went over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Putting a hand on your leg and looking at you. "What's wrong, love?" He said softly, he knew your emotions were all over the place due to pregnancy so he expected something small.