This is short because I wanted to wrap up this story already. I think I've reached my point, have I? except you guys want me to continue this in some way but I would need help. THANK YOU FOR READING!

Warning: some people might be sensible to one of the depictions in this ch.


H's POV

She lost the baby last night.

I can't say much. I feel numb. I wasn't here, and I despise myself for it. She had to go through the loss of our child by herself; she's been sleeping all day, she hasn't woken up since she fell asleep last night, around three in the morning. She didn't talk to me, not while in the medical checkup, not while we were coming back home, not when I laid down next to her. I don't expect her to; her hell must probably be incredibly bigger than mine, and if she's hating me, I'll understand that too. She convinced me to go to that dinner, she said 'I'll be fine', but I felt that I didn't have to leave her. My gut told me so and now our child is dead. And she's dead and I'm dead too.

We spent a weekend at the beach house, and we were so fucking happy. Everything was perfect. I guess it was a matter of time, and those days were a gift.

I pray to God that this doesn't break us, because she is the only good thing I have in my life. My one duty was to take care of her, of them, and I couldn't even do that. I don't know what we're going to do now; what to say, how to look at her eyes again.

Her silhouette peaked out of the doorframe into the living room. "Hi" she whispers.

He looks at her. Her expression is empty, her eyes are dark, her nose is swollen. "Hi" he replies.

She walks to the sofa and drops her body in it. He walks to her, slowly, trying to figure out whether or not she even wants him here. Then he sits, and he stares at her. What on earth to say.

"You can talk." she said.

"I'm sorry. For not being here."

"No, it's not your fault. It would have happened anyway, and it's not like we didn't see it coming."

"But you went through all of that alone."

"Yes, and it's terrible. But we couldn't stop living our lives because of a risk we knew already existed, Harvey, please." she begged with her weak voice and her red eyes.

He had red eyes too, but he couldn't cry.

"Don't put this on you, too, stop it." she stretched an arm and brushed his smooth cheek with her fingers. "There's nothing any of us could have done."

She's completely right, he thought. It was fast and silent. Just a sudden wave of intense and paralyzing pain in the abdomen, as Donna described to her gynecologist, and then warmness between her legs. She had to rush to the bathroom; she sat, with her legs dripping red, and after a few seconds, the sound of the water splashing, a deaf noise. She couldn't look. She just pressed the steel button, let the water take everything away, and wiped her legs clean.

The most horrifying part was his arrival.

"What do you want to do? Just tell me and we'll do it."

"I wish I wanted to go back to work, but I need a few days. And that's a first, but… well, this is a first too."

He only caressed her hand. "What about we leave? In a few hours. We'll get some rest in there."

She kept her eyes fix in the infinite, while her mind whirled. "That sounds… great, babe."

He got closer and wrapped her with his arms. "We'll leave, then."