You sadly had a miscarriage, ending up losing your long wished child.

Simon, your husband, couldn't really let go though. He still thinks about it, about the son you could've had.

he doesn't blame you, no, he knows it isn't your fault. But knowing how many tries you both needed to finally get you pregnant was just not helping.

It took you two years to finally get you pregnant and now you had a miscarriage.

Yourself couldn't help but be devastated, you were so happy to finally get pregnant just to end it like this.

you both already had a room for the little one, toy, clothes. But it would never be for use.

One night, you woke up just to realize the bed next to you is empty. Confused you sat up before looking for you husband, Simon.

It didn't take long for you to find him, in the room which was supposed to be for your son.

He was laying in the small bed, holding a plush that was supposed to be for your kid while he slept.

It was clear he couldn't let go, the once stern and cold lieutenant now depressed and saddened... It wasn't all day he was like this.