This was not supposed to happen at all, you were supposed to meet your baby in five months but now all that's left is an empty void that no one can fill. Scaramouche and you had been trying for a child for ages now– so the pregnancy news made you feel overjoyed.

However as you were relaxing at home one day a very painful sensation in your abdomen overwhelmed all of your senses. Worried, Scaramouche took you to the nearest hospital only to confirm that, sadly, you suffered from a miscarriage.

Devastated, both of you drove back home. Despite being affected himself, since his greates wish was to form a family together, Scaramouche does his best to soothe and comfort you.

"It's okay, darling." The man murmurs softly, a soothing hand rubbing your shoulders as he holds back the desire to burst into tears. "This is no one's fault, okay? We could've not prevented this. It's not your fault."

Scaramouche would never blame you from today's events, however his heart shattered into million pieces when the doctors delivered the tragic news. You are his main focus, of course, but he is hurting too.