A/N: So, yeah the tissue warning stands for the next few chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters and affiliates and apparently while typing this I forgot how to spell, so any mistakes that may be present, please ignore!
Bursting through the front door, Will practically threw his phone and keys down on the hallway table, tossing his jacket in the general direction of the coat rack as he headed for the lounge room.
Rounding the corner, he found Henry sitting on the couch, staring at the TV, but not really paying attention to it. He crossed the room in no time, kneeling down in front of his son and taking his hands.
"Are you alright Henry?" he asked gently, his anxiety levels almost hitting the roof as he looked Henry over quickly, looking for any signs of injury or trauma. He had left the station in a flying hurry, his mind formulating all the possibilities; many of them had involved something happening to Henry.
"Momma's still crying," Henry said softly. "She cried when we got home from the doctor and she's still crying"
Will could feel the colour draining from his face as he gave Henry a quick hug. From Henry's simple explanation, he already knew exactly what had happened. JJ had told him that morning that she had an ultrasound scheduled to make sure everything was going ok.
Retreating into the hallway, he stood for a moment, simply looking at the landing above him.
It had happened again. Although, this time it currently looked like there was no cause.
No answers.
Whirling around, Will slammed a clenched fist into the mirror with a cry of despair, sending pieces of broken glass raining down to the floorboards. His knuckles bled, dripping crimson down to join the shards glinting in the sunlight that filtered through the nearby windows.
"Daddy?" Henry called out; he was getting more and more nervous as the day progressed. First his mommy had cried all day, now his daddy was breaking things.
"Stay in there until I tell you it's ok, Henry. There's broken glass," Will replied as calmly as he could possibly manage. When he got Henry's agreement, he slowly turned and headed up the stairs, ignoring the throbbing in his knuckles.
Reaching the landing, he hesitantly approached the master bedroom. He didn't know what kind of state JJ was in; just that it wasn't a good one.
"Jayje?" he called softly from where he was standing just outside the door.
He heard a few rustles and muffled footsteps before JJ appeared in front of him, her eyes red and swollen, tears still leaving heartbreaking tracks down her cheeks.
"Again," she choked out, bringing a hand up to her mouth as a sob escaped with her words. "There's no heartbeat"
Will had no words. He just didn't know what to say. Inside, his heart was torn in two, but on the outside, he needed to be JJ's rock, at least for the time to come.
Wrapping her in his arms, he held her close as she cried a few more tears into his shoulder.
What could they have possibly done to deserve this kind of grief?
Will felt tears of his own well up as the realisation washed over him that their baby was dead, their beautiful baby that they had been so excited to meet. He had been upset and grievous when JJ had told him about the baby they'd lost four years ago. But nothing could have prepared him for the devastation that was slowly setting in.
"Kerry said...I should miscarry naturally," JJ choked out, lifting her face and looking into her husband's eyes. Seeing that his eyes were damp, her eyes welled up once more. Reaching up, she gently wiped away his tears with her thumb.
"I'm with you," Will said softly. "I know you'll try and push me away...but I'll be with you as long as you want me there"
"I know," JJ whispered, turning her head and cuddling in against his chest. Her eyes were sore from crying; she was actually quite thankful that Will had arrived when he did. Now that he was there, she felt comforted enough to calm down a little.
It wasn't going to be easy. Not by far. But as long as they had each other, she knew they would be ok.