Alright, I got this idea while reading a book and I had it stuck in my brain all night last night, and I wrote it this morning. So, I hope y'all enjoy!

The murmurs of accusatory words soon rose to shouts and screams. One single word had started the whole thing. They were a happy couple before that had happened. It broke both of them. Their married lives went from I-can't-live-without-you to you-loved-her-more-than-me. Neither of them knew how it happened, or why. They lost it, happiness, love, their marriage, and their lives. Their friends had stayed but they kept their distance, letting the couple work things out. They weren't working things out though.

"You died when Lucy did!" Mara screamed, tears streaming down her tan cheeks. Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she struggled to suck them in; exhausted from the screaming she'd been doing the last few minutes.

"So did you! You smothered yourself in you music to hide your feelings!" Jerome retorted, blonde hair falling into his blue eyes, and he brushed it away angrily.

"You completely shut me out of your life; you spent all of your time on work! What do you really do on those late nights?" Mara asked, accusingly.

Jerome's eyes flamed. Was she accusing him of cheating on her? All his life he'd done many things to Mara but cheating was not one of them. It hadn't even crossed his mind. He decided to change the subject, he wanted to win this argument, and he wanted Mara to see things his way for once.

"At least you got to be with her!" he shouted. "I held her for a minute! She died in my arms, Mara! I remember everything; she had brown hair and tan skin and she was too small to be healthy enough to live! You held her lounger! You got to know who she was! She opened her eyes to look at you, Mara; what color were they? You never told me!" he cried, hands clenched into fists at his chest in desperation. His eyes burned with unshed tears and his throat constricted, cutting off his breathing.

Mara shook her head and covered her mouth with her hand, running out of the room. Jerome heard her steps going up the steps, down the hall, and to the master bedroom that they no longer share.

Running a hand through his hair, he grabbed his coat and stormed out of the house. He slid into the front seat of his car and leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, finally feeling like he could just fall apart. The salty tears that he hadn't let go since Mara had proposed a divorce. He had agreed. Though he couldn't imagine life without Mara, he knew she wasn't happy, and because he loved her, he was going to do it. He was dying again because of the divorce; he'd died the first time when Lucy had passed away, mere minutes after she'd been born. Jerome and Mara's eyes, usually filled with joy and love, had gone dull and lifeless, because that's how they felt.

Jerome wiped his tears away and started the car, pulling out of the driveway and racing down the street. He soon reached his destination and parked the car, getting out slowly. He always came here; he couldn't handle the pain that crushed him when he looked at the engraved stone but he needed to see her. He knew that Mara never came, she really couldn't handle it. The first time he'd brought her, trying to calm her guilty nerves, she'd started thrashing and screaming. She had lost her daughter and it was too much on her heart for her to handle.

On the other side of the cemetery, there was garden of roses, where the grave was. The rows of roses bordered the grave stone. The stone was white marble and was as tall as Jerome's waist, with a little angel on the top of it. Her eyes closed as she lay on the top, wings sitting on her back elegantly. Jerome knew he didn't have any flowers, and he felt terrible about it, but he just needed to be with her. He sank down to his knees and traced the engraved name, Lucy Mae Clarke.

"What color were your eyes, darling?" he whispered, tears filling his red eyes once again.

"Blue," a voice whispered. It sounded hurt and broken. Jerome jumped back and looked around, Mara stood behind him with bloodshot eyes and hair tangled, biting her bottom lip. She slowly sat down next to him, almost cautiously, and reached up wiping one of his tears away from his cheek. She stared into his eyes, the ones she'd fallen in love with, the ones she hoped she'd never stop loving. She hasn't yet but she knew that he was going to stop loving her; maybe he already had? "Her eyes were blue, just like yours."

Jerome reached up and gripped her hand in his, holding it against his cheek so she couldn't stop touching him. He draped that arm over his shoulder and pushed her long fingers into his hair. He looked into her deep brown eyes and let out a sort of choked sob.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She replied.

"I am so sorry, I just—"

"I know…me too."

"Mara, let's…let's try again."

"But you said you don't want to risk that."

"This time, it'll happen; I promise. I'll make sure of it. We'll have a happy, healthy baby and everything will work out, I swear It." he said quickly.

Mara looked at Lucy's grave stone and ran the tips of her fingers over the angel's wings and sighed. She took her husband's hand and entwined their fingers, throwing a loving glance behind them as she pulled him to their cars.

"Let's go home, alright?"

"I missed you, Clarke," Mara whispered, snuggling up closer to Jerome, wearing nothing but pure white bed sheets.

"I missed you too, Clarke." He replied, ecstatic when she didn't pull away from him when he used their shared last name.

"I know I'm pregnant," she said softly, tracing a small pattern on Jerome's bare chest. "I can feel it."

"So can I, Mara, I've always had a way at sensing these sorts of things." He smiled, giving her shoulder a squeeze. She had always let her finger glide across his pale skin as they laid there in bed and he always let her. It tickled and gave him chills, but it was something that comforted him. It told him that they were going to last forever, through anything.

"Do you know the gender?"

"It's a surprise." he answered.

"So, you don't know." she said knowingly.

"Yeah." he nodded. He felt Mara smile against his side and he pulled her in tighter to him. He kissed the top of her head as she drifted off to sleep. As Jerome slowly fell into the land of dreams, he wondered to himself if Lucy would be okay with this. But with the sudden smile on his face, he felt that she didn't really mind, and that she wanted her parents to be happy.

Yep. I actually started crying while I thought out this scene and my parents started freaking out. We had been watching a really funny movie at the time and it's kinda weird when your crazy daughter starts crying during one of her favorite funny movies. I had explained why I was crying to them and they let it go, but they kept giving me weird looks the rest of the night.

I thought of it as a bit of a tear jerker. What think you?

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As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him. -Psalm 103:13

-Rachel