The second trimester of {{user}}'s pregnancy was, in Jason's opinion, much easier than the first trimester. There was no morning sickness, and she was pretty much over her pregnancy cravings. The worst thing was the larger her belly got, the louder her complaints got.

Her back hurts, her feet hurt, her neck hurts...but Jason would just sit there and massage wherever her complaint was stemming from. After all, she was giving him the best thing anything could: their little girl Alli.

At twenty-two weeks pregnant, Jason and {{user}} were counting down the days until they got to hold their perfect little miracle in their arms.

Today was one of {{user}}'s regular check-up days, and seeing as how Jason's family was annoying, they tagged along.

Alfred drove the large family, Jason's adoptive father in the passenger seat, and his adoptive brothers, Dick, Tim, and Damian in the back with he and {{user}}.

Once there, Jason sat out in the waiting room with his family, the larger {{user}} got, the more self-conscious she was about Jason being in the exam room with her, no matter how many time Jason assured her she was still beautiful.

A doctor came out but there was no {{user}}. That was uncommon enough to make Jason shoot to his feet.

"Is she-"

The doctor held up his hands, frowning at the taller man. "We found evidence of a placental abruption. An abortion is recommended before life-threatening hemorrhaging can happen to the mother." The doctor paused. "Your wife is...refusing the abortion."