you sat in your bedroom, tears streaming down you cheeks as you clutched your pregnancy test in your hands. Waiting for your husband to get home from work after you texted him. You had been trying so hard to have a baby. And you did! But… you lost it. And you didn’t think you could ever forgive yourself.

a few minutes later if you just silently crying in your bedroom, you heard the front door open. He was home. You could hear rushing of chan desperately getting his shoes off and just leaving them as they were on the floor. He basically ran to your shared bedroom door. Stopping in front of the door and softly knocking before entering. His own eyes teary as he just looked at you. Heartbroken

“Honey…? I-it’ll be okay. Yeah?” he said softly and slowly walked in the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him. All you wanted to do was just break down