During their first expectancy, Trapper went straight to the local bar, drunk in record time. He cried out of fear that night, held tightly in his wife's arms.
The second time, he eyed the child they already had. In the dark, as they readied for bed, Trapper cried again, joy the culprit of his tears.
Listening to Louise the third time around, Trapper merely kissed her, already a pro. Five weeks later he sobbed with her as the miscarriage was confirmed.
Home from Korea, he found Louise already three months along the way. He cursed and left, crying once more.