Try Again
"You need to be gentle with her," the doctor told Brutus. "She's still pretty sad and she's had a rough time."
Brutus nodded and walked into his wife's hospital room where she was supposed to be sleeping, but she wasn't able to get any rest, no matter how hard she tried. She just couldn't close her eyes and leave them closed.
Enobaria looked at Brutus as he walked into her room with sad eyes. He pulled up a seat next to her and sat down. "Hey…"
"Hi," she said back, her tone low and fragile. She looked vulnerable, cracked, fragile. "You don't have to be here with me…"
"I want to be here," Brutus said. He took out a bag with food. "I brought you some food, I think it beats the hospital slop they serve at the cafeteria."
"I'm not hungry," she whispered.
"Come on, you need to eat," he insisted.
"What's the point if I'm not eating for two anymore?" Enobaria asked in a frustrated tone. She wasn't frustrated at him, she was frustrated at herself. "…There's no point in anything now."
"Hey, - " Brutus put the bag down and put his hand under her chin, making her looking at him – "Don't talk like that. I know that the miscarriage is hard on you, but whatever happened, happened. It may seem like the end of the world, but it's not. We can always try again… And if that doesn't work, we have enough money to adopt, okay?"
"Really?" Her eyes lit up just a little and a small smile crept up on her lips.
"Yes, really," Brutus said.
"I love you…"
"I love you, too."