Blade stood in the doorway to his wife's room, his gaze flitting to her weak form clothed in a stiff hospital gown as she cried. His heart wrenched at the sight. If only he could bring that smile back to her face, make her eyes sparkle once more, console her. The miscarriage had been taxing. Physically and emotionally.

He slid into her room wordlessly, sitting at the edge of the bed. Not knowing what else to do, he draped the blanket around her shoulders, brushing a kiss to her forehead.