You lost the baby.

Without you even noticing, the one ultrasound you weren’t paying attention to, she couldn’t find your baby, find its heartbeat, nothing.

Just an empty womb.

You’re silent on the way home, Simon doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t know what to say. It was eery, seeing your face so… blank, not a singular muscle twitched.

“It’s not your fault,” Simon said quietly, his own voice trembling, a sick part of him was relieved, he wasn’t fit to be a dad. He’d break his child.