Warning: you may want to grab a box of Kleenex...or three...sorry

A/N: I know this chapter is VERY short and TOTALLY not my usual writing style but I figured I'd give you guys SOMETHING after that awful cliffhanger

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Twenty minutes later, Olivia's sobs subsided. The whole time she was crying, Elliot held her and whispered lovingly in her ear. Now he had to ask the dreaded question.

"What happened Liv?" He asked quietly.

He felt Olivia take a deep breath before she started talking.

"Well…uh…it was twins." She said.

"Twins?" Elliot asked.

Olivia nodded, her eyes filling with tears. She handed him the ultrasound.

Elliot took it and looked at it. On it was a grainy picture with two peanut shaped blobs in the middle, one smaller than the other. His eyes filled with tears until it dawned on him. She said was twins.

"W-what do you mean 'was'?" He asked, scared for the answer.

"That's what the bleeding was…I…miscarried one." She said, the tears escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks.

Elliot felt his heart shatter. He wrapped his arms around her again and held onto her for dear life.

"It's all my fault." Olivia said through her sobs. "I shouldn't have been out on the field."

"Olivia listen to me. This is not your fault at all. No one could have prevented this so please don't blame yourself. Please." Elliot said, staying strong for his grieving fiancé.

Olivia nodded into his chest, her sobs continuing, breaking Elliot's heart even more.

He didn't know what to do.

Olivia finally cried herself to sleep after telling him what happened.

He wants to go to a bar.

Drink away all the pain.

But he can't.

Drinking ruined his life.

Drinking ruined him.

He had to get out of there.

The walls were suffocating him.

'The gym.' He thinks.

"The gym. Where's the gym?" He asks a nurse passing by.

The nurse pints him in the right direction and he marches his way there.

Upon entering, he see exactly what he needs.

The glorious punching bag.

He walks straight over and starts punching, not bothering to put the gloves on.

He punches the bag repeatedly.

He's mad at himself.

He's mad at life.

He's mad at God.

He did this.

He fell to the floor, his knuckles red with blood.

Sobs wracked his pained filled body as the reality of everything caught up to the grieving father of one less child.

She wasn't asleep.

She was awake the whole time.

Awake when he left.

Awake when he asked the nurse where the gym was.

She clutched the ultrasound picture close to her heart.

Her broken, aching heart.

The heart that would have to deal with bringing one baby into the world instead of two.

Joshua.

That's what his name was going to be.

Serena if it was a girl.

Tears filled her eyes once more.

She felt empty.

She felt like she didn't just lose a baby, but lost part of her heart as well.

She starts sobbing again, no tears escaping because there are none left.

She laid in the hospital bed, alone, grieving over a child lost, an angel found.

Okay...you guys can go cry yourselves to sleep now like I'm about to...

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Kayla