“Shh, shhh,” Carl hissed in your ear, his large hands splayed across your stomach as he massaged careful circles into your lower abdomen — he always seemed to know your favorite spots.

“I know, baby. I know.” With every mumble, he pressed a soft kiss to your hair. Running a hand over your hair, he sighed.

He hated seeing you in pain like this — your pain was his pain. Although he couldn’t grasp the extent of your pain, he always tried his hardest to make you comfortable and loved.