Missing scene from between chapters 2 and 3
"Hello" Sheldon greeted as he entered the apartment, but got no response which was weird because Amy was right there on the couch. 'Maybe she's sleeping' Sheldon thought inching closer to his wife.
She was awake, curled up, staring lifelessly at the tv with the afghan bundled around her. "Amy?"
She moved her eyes from the tv to look at him, then turned her gaze back to the tv but still didn't answer. Sheldon sighed. This was almost the new norm over the past few months. The more negative pregnancy tests that piled up the more Amy sunk into a hole. And with all of his genius mind he didn't know how to help her out.
She didn't talk to Penny or Bernadette as much anymore. She wouldn't talk to her mother or even his mother for that matter. One time he tried to get Beverly to talk to her and it did not end well
"Hey" Amy muttered as she walked through the door
"Hello" Sheldon greeted from the dining table, "I have someone I want us to talk to" he said turning the computer, revealing Beverly's face
"Hello Amy. Sheldon tells me that you are having trouble conceiving" she said adjusting her glasses, "why don't we talk about it"
Amy looked at the computer screen and then Sheldon with wide eyes, "Nope" she said before marching to the bedroom slamming the door behind her
Sheldon turned the computer back to him, "Excuse me a moment" he said before rushing after Amy.
"That was rude" he said as he entered the bedroom
"I was rude!?" Amy shouted before yanking on the drawers to take out a nightgown, "what's rude is telling our personal life to some woman without my consent!"
"Its not just some woman! Its my best friend's mother" he said folding his arms
"That doesn't make it okay! She doesn't need to know how I'm feeling! She doesn't need to fix my emotions!"
"That's what she does for a living! She's a psychologist!"
"Up to a few months ago she didn't even know how to properly love her son! How could she even help us?!"
"Well I didn't know what else to do!" Sheldon shouted raising his arms in defeat. "You don't talk to me about how you feel. You don't talk to anyone anymore. When was the last time you had "girl's night"?"
"I just don't feel like it Sheldon"
"Then what do you feel like? Tell me what you want me to do?" he said stepping closer to her
"I want you to leave me alone!" Amy shouted back as tears pooled in her eyes. She grabbed a nightgown and went into the bathroom. Once again slamming the door behind her, causing Sheldon to let out a scream in frustration.
He walked over to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, "How was work?" he asked
Amy sighed before muttering "Fine"
'At least she's talking today' Sheldon thought. He looked around the kitchen, "Did you eat already? Do you want me to order something to eat or to make something?"
"I'm… not hungry" she said
"Amy, that's the same thing you said when I asked you if you were coming for lunch, and you barely ate breakfast this morning. You have to eat something"
Amy scoffed. "Why? It's not like I'm eating for two anyway" she said bitterly, as she reached out an arm to grab the remote
Sheldon sighed. That seemed like all he did these days. "I know that Amy, but you still need to eat something. We can have anything you want" he offered. He realized his poor choice of words when he heard Amy sniffle. He couldn't give her what she wanted
"Amy I'm sorry" he said moving back towards the couch, "That was a bad choice of words."
He lowered his head as Amy cried. He sat on the couch next to her and pulled her smaller frame into his arms. Her lack of eating these past weeks cause her to lose weight. Not a dangerous amount, but it wasn't necessary.
Sheldon stroked her hair as she cried, unsure of what to say or do. These crying sessions got longer with each passing day and Sheldon got more confused. After a few minutes Amy attempted to dry her eyes. 'That was faster than I expected' Sheldon thought.
"I'm sorry. I'm just… I'm sorry" she mumbled
"Its okay. You're allowed to cry" he said trying to comfort her
She let out a shuddering sigh, "I might just go to bed" she whispered before getting off the couch
"But is only 6" Sheldon said to her retreating form. But either she didn't hear him or she chose to ignore him as she closed the bedroom door behind her. At least she didn't slam it.
Sheldon slumped on the couch. He didn't know what to do anymore. His mom kept saying to give her time, but how much time. He couldn't ask Leonard for help, because they still hadn't told them they were trying to conceive, and he didn't want to tell them now to have Amy blow up later. He was just left alone to wade through his own depression.
He put his face in his hands and felt tears burning his eyes. 'Damn you Kolinahr' he thought as he cried on the couch