Lullaby
He approached their bedroom almost cautiously, knowing that she would still be sobbing her heart out into the pillow. Sure enough, he was right.
"Bab-honey…Rose, sweetheart. Look at me. Please. Look at me and let me talk."
Rose lifted her head as she had been told, her brown eyes red rimmed. Never had Mack seen his wife looking so defeated, so…broken. She hiccoughed miserably and raised her hand to her face to wipe it.
By now he had reached the side of their bed where she slept and where she was currently lying. Rose stretched her arms up and wrapped them around his midsection. She pulled him down onto their bed with her. The upper half of his body draped itself over hers when he landed. Mack started to move off of her, but Rose held fast to him.
She flipped the both of them over and hid her face in his red T-shirt. It wasn't long before there was a growing stain on the fabric.
Mack hated to see her this way, so obviously miserable. He couldn't do anything to help her, to comfort her. Rose had refused to do anything but cry. That was all she had done for that last week, She refused to talk about the events that had shaken their little family.
Doing the only thing he could think of, Mack rubbed slow soothing circles on her back. "Shh, sweetheart. I'm here. I'm here. I know it hurts. I know." Rose sobbed harder into his chest.
It was nearly an hour before Rose's sobs subsided enough for Mack to be able to talk to her. "Rose. Come on. Talk to me. Crying constantly isn't healthy. You need to talk."
"It's not fair, Mack," Rose told him quietly. "This wasn't supposed to happen to us. We wanted our baby. We already had her name picked."
"I know," Mack said sadly. He continued to rub circles on his wife's back.
"We had her room all ready for her to come home to." Another tear slid down Rose's pretty face. "And Ronny and Will were going to be her godparents."
"The whole thing sucks, Rose. Believe me, I feel it, too. But we're going to get through this. We have to. I know everything looks pretty grim right now, but we'll have our happily ever after one day."
"I want my baby, Mack. I want her now." She continued to stare at him with heartbroken eyes.
"Shh," Mack soothed. "It hurts. I feel it, Rosie. I feel it." He moved one hand to her hair and began raking his fingers through it.
Somewhat comforted, Rose closed her eyes and put her head down. Mack still worked his hand through Rose's tangled hair, whispering comforting words to his miserable wife.
Down the hall the lullaby of a baby mobile tinkled its sad, slow melody.