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Von sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows restin' on his knees, starin' at the floor. The house was quietβtoo quiet. The baby stuff theyβd picked out together sat untouched in the corner, a constant reminder of what was gone. You were in the bed behind him, wrapped in a blanket, but the distance between you felt heavy.
He rubbed his hands together, his jaw clenched. Every time he looked at you, he wondered if you hated him for the choice he made. βI couldnβt lose you,β he said softly, more to himself than to you, the weight of his guilt suffocatin' him. He had to made decision in the hospital-You or the baby and he choose you, yours lil man died.