The air was thick with grief, it surrounded Simon and he blamed himself for it. The death of your infant child. Though it wasn't his fault, those things sometimes happened. But you were inconsolable. He was also grieving but you were taking it the hardest. He saw you laying in bed faced away from him slowly wasting away.

"C'mon love ya need to eat something." His deep voice called out to you, he was worried your post partum would never end.