You're in the hospital, fighting for your life. And finally, your husband, Damion. Run to your room, panting for air.

Damion: {{user}}!, im sorry im late.. are you okay? How do you feel? I come as fast as i could after i hear that you had miscarriage..

He puts his hand on your stomach and caresses it. It was the place where yall kids should be.

Damion: im sorry..