Later the next afternoon, when Phoebe was discharged, Kyle bought her home. They'd spent the morning discussing trivial things, neither daring to mention the baby.

"Do you want some food?" Kyle asked, heading towards the kitchen.

Phoebe followed him, "Soon. I'm going to shower first." Suddenly they both froze, the dried blood in the middle of the kitchen.

Kyle looked at Phoebe, who'd paled dramatically within a number of seconds. "Go have your shower. I'll clean this up."

Kyle stood in the kitchen, waiting to hear the shower turn on before beginning to look for the mop.

"Hey," He heard Ricky's voice float through the house.

"Hi." He greeted her, without looking up.

"What's that?" Ricky asked, scrunching up her face as she entered the kitchen.

"Blood." Kyle told honestly. No emotion present in his tone.

"What?" Ricky asked, unsure as too whether or not she heard him correct.

"It's a long story." Kyle muttered, running the mop over the floor.

"I think, it's one I need to hear." Ricky said, worried about whatever it was the Kyle was referring to.

"I'm busy. Sorry, Rick." Kyle shut her down before beginning to collect all the flowers.

"Kyle? What's going on?" Ricky asked.

"Nothing. I'll see you later, yeah?" Kyle said, turning his back to her and continuing to tidy up.

Ricky looked at him confused. "Are you going to be at work tonight?"

Kyle shrugged. "I don't know."

"Kyle, is everything okay?"

Kyle sighed. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Ricky watched as Kyle, exited the kitchen quickly, heading outside. Away from her.

"Ricky? How's Kyle?" Cece asked as soon as she saw the blonde. She was walking along the beach with Chris.

"Not good." Ricky told her. She wasn't sure what was wrong but it was obvious that Kyle wasn't good.

"Is Phoebe alright? Is she out of hospital? Kyle's not taking my calls." Cece told her.

"Hospital?" Ricky questioned. "Alright. You're going to tell me exactly what the hell is going on. Now."

Cece and Chris looked at each other, realising that Ricky didn't know.

"Um, actually we've got to go." Cece grabbed Chris's wrist and tried to make a quick escape.

"Oh no you don't. Tell me what's going." She demanded.

Cece bit her lip. "Phoebe miscarried yesterday."

Ricky's eyes bulged at her confession. "Phoebe?"

Cece nodded.

"She was?" Ricky trailed off as Cece nodded.

"Oh my god. I need to go be with them. Thankyou telling me." Ricky said.

"Not like you gave me much of a choice." Cece muttered.

Ricky smiled softly. "Thankyou anyway." She turned away from them.

"Wait! Ricky, are you going to take Casey?" Ricky frowned confused before realising what Cece had meant.

"Why don't you let Chris look after him for the afternoon? Come pick him up when you're ready?" Cece offered.

Chris opened his mouth to protest but decided against it. "Yeah. Me and Casey are tight."

"I won't be long. But that would be great." Ricky moved the baby into Chris's arms before rushing off up the beach.

"You're pretty lucky, hey? Chilling with Uncle Chris." Chris told the baby cheerfully.

"I feel I should cancel my study session with Jett, just to stay and protect Case." Cece grinned.

"Rude. He's so lucky. I'm going to have to share some of my tips for how to pick up chicks with him."

"I'm so sorry buddy. I hate to leave you with mister crazy." Cece lighty pinched the young child's cheek.

"Okay. I've really go to go. I'll see you later?" Cece told him before running up the beach, not wanting to be late.

Ricky's heart broke, seeing Kyle stare blanking at the television. He didn't acknowledge her presence until she sat down next to him.

She'd been in his position before and she knew what it felt like, she knew that nothing she could say or do would make it easier for him.

She moved slightly, so that she could comfortably wrap her arms around him. Still he didn't move until she spoke quietly, "Kyle. I'm….I'm here for you." She knew that telling him she was sorry would mean nothing to him. It wouldn't change anything

"I don't. I don't..know how to feel? I don't know what to say?" The confusion evident in his words.

Ricky nodded. "Yeah. But Kyle, that's okay. You don't have to know wat to say. You just have to say something, anything."

"Phoebe's asleep." Kyle told her. But little did either of them know, she wasn't. She was standing in the doorway, having arrived only seconds ago. "She keeps telling me how sorry she is."

"Kyle, you know it's not her fault?" Ricky frowned at him. Kyle nodded quickly, "Of course I know that. But I just don't know, how to tell her that? I just don't want her to be upset."

"But?" Ricky pried further, knowing that he was keeping something from her.

"But how to do I convince her that she shouldn't be upset, when I'm upset. I don't blame her, but it doesn't mean I'm not sad about it." Phoebe bit her lip, listening to Kyle's words. She stepped back, slipping behind the wall, out of sight but still within hearing distance.

"You be sad together. You don't have to grieve separately."

"Grieve? Grieve, what? I didn't even know about the baby until last night." Kyle shook his head. He didn't have a right to feel the way he was feeling.

"Kyle. That doesn't been you don't have a right to be upset." She paused, "Why don't you check on Phoebs?"

Kyle shook his head. "She doesn't want to talk to me."

Ricky bit her lip. Kyle was obviously upset, and she was torn between staying with him and going to see Phoebe. "Why don't I go see her?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow, "Would you? I'm going to go into the restraunat and I don't want her to be alone."

"Really? You're going into work? Come on Kyle, I think today of all days you're allowed to take the day off?" Kyle shook his head and stood.

"Nah. Gotta do the rosters, I should've done them days ago. I'll probably be back late." Ricky knew he was lying. Kyle had done the rosters already, she recalled being at the restraunat when he was doing them but she let him go without calling him out.

"Phoebe?" Ricky called without looking behind her. "I know you're there."

Phoebe frowned as she stepped out from behind the wall, how had Ricky known?

"I know it sounds like a stupid question, but how're you doing?" Ricky asked kindly.

Phoebe shrugged, her eyes immediately watering. "Not great."

Ricky nodded, "and how're you physically?"

Phoebe bit her lip, taking a seat next to the blonde. "Fine." She nodded and swallowed. "But Ricky…"

She shook her head and suddenly burst into tears. Ricky moved instantly to wrap her arms around her friend. Hugging her tightly, without saying anything.

After a few minutes of sobbing Phoebe pulled away slightly to look at Ricky. "Everything…hurts…" She tearfully told her between hiccups.

"I know it does." Ricky whispered, her own heartbreaking for Phoebe. "I know it does."

"You have to let me okay? You've spent the past two hours attempting to get me to understand Pompeii!" Cece was insisting on buying Jett dinner as a thank you for tutoring her.

"And are you beginning to understand it?" Jett asked, curious to see if his tutoring was any good.

"You've been so much help! And I am slowly getting my head around it," Cece paused before reluctantly admitting to him, "but the only thing I really know are Bastille's lyrics."

As they sat down, she noticed Kyle sitting at the bar. "Why don't I go to order? What would you like?"

As soon as they'd both decided what they wanted Cece made her way towards Kyle.

"What're doing here?" She asked him quietly.

"Working." Kyle told her, although the beer in front of him said otherwise.

Cece nodded, not believing him in the slightest. "Right. Well then I'd like a garlic pizza, the lasagne and a greek salad. And two cokes?"

Kyle glared at her. "Julia," He waved down one of the waitresses, "She wants a garlic pizza, a lasagne and a garden salad." He glanced around the restraunat to see who she was eating with, "A coke for Jett and an OJ for her."

Cece rolled her eyes as the waitress took the order.

"So as great as it is to have you here to change my order, Kyle, you shouldn't be here." She sat on the stool next to him.

"You know she literally just wanted you to be there. Only you." She quietly told him.

Kyle's eyes locked with hers but he didn't say anything.

"She was so scared and you were the only thing that would calm her down." She continued. "Kyle go home. Go be with your girlfriend. She needs you."

When Kyle arrived home, no-one was in the living room and all the lights were switched off. "Phoebs?" His words were met with silence as he made his way towards his bedroom.

Biting his lip when he reached the doorway, it was clear that Phoebe was asleep. But she was restlessly moving around every few seconds. Her cheeks were red, and clearly stained by tears.

Kyle sighed watching her for a few minutes. Before looking at his watch, it had just gone past 10 and under normal circumstances they'd both still be wide awake. Instead, however he found himself climbing into the bed beside her, sleep quickly falling over him for the night.

The next morning the sun trickled in through a gap in the curtains, waking them both.

Phoebe, looked hazily at him as she traced a small pattern on his hand. "Hey."

Kyle quietly watched her fingers moved against his skin. "Hey. What do you want to do today?"

Phoebe's fingers stopped moving suddenly as she looked at him, with sadness in her eyes.

"I just want to stay here, with you." Phoebe mumbled.

Kyle watched her for a moment before giving her a soft smile. "Then that's what we'll do." He pushed a stray stand of hair behind her ear and placed a small kiss on her lips. Pulling her closer to his as he lay back down. Shutting his eyes.