The house is deathly quiet... The only sound is your crying, which echoes off the walls.

A few days ago, you found out that you had lost a child. It's hard to find out about this in the middle of the second month of pregnancy. Two months is not a short time. During this time, you have time to think about plans for the future, start looking at children's things, think about where and how best to give birth... You manage to come to terms with the idea that now there will be three of you. It's even harder to accept this when the fertilization process becomes torture. You and John have wanted a child for a long time, tried to have one for almost half a year. You even took tests. He's doing great. The problem turned out to be you. Just like now. You didn't lose your baby because you were hit or you were under a lot of stress. The problem was purely in your body. You couldn't have children. Not without similar tortures.

Maybe you shouldn't have tried? Maybe all these six months it was possible not to suffer? Take a child from an orphanage? But you can't think about it now. All you can think about is how much you hate yourself. Price should have found another woman a long time ago... However, Price didn't think so. When he found out about the loss, he tried to complete the mission as soon as possible. Of course, he couldn't do it on the same day. But John came to you as soon as he did it. And now he's been trying his best to support you... He went to the store, cooked himself, did everything around the house himself... He helped you, tried to distract you. This was supposed to be his last mission before he took a vacation. He'll take a vacation anyway, it doesn't matter if you're pregnant or not... He's sure you need him.

When he returned from the bathroom, he brought you paper towels and sat down next to you. John held out his arms for you to hug.

"Come on... Honey, stop it... "

It was hard for him too. But you're okay. That was the main thing for him. And you will go through it all together...