She'd been discharged and the moment they'd gotten home behind closed doors Eric pulled Calleigh into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around her torso, the other around her neck so he could soothingly brush his fingers through her blonde locks. He rested his head against hers and they held each other close. And then he felt her start to cry, felt her body tremble against his and all he could do was hold her tight while she cried out her grief. 10 weeks may not seem that far along, and Calleigh almost felt silly for being as sad as she was. She hadn't even known for more than a week. Everything had just been so busy at work and they were exhausted from double and triple shifts, and that's not how she wanted him to find out. She wanted to tell him over a homemade meal, figured the easiest way would be when he'd offer her a glass of wine and she'd refuse. He was smart, she knew he'd figure it out. It was a scene she'd been replaying over and over since the moment she found out. She was going to be a mom, her and Eric were going to have a baby, she couldn't begin to explain the excitement she felt, her hopes were so high and she didn't even have a chance to share it with Eric before everything came crashing down.
"I'm so sorry," he wasn't sure what else to say, he wasn't sure how to console her or what to do other than hold her close so she could let it out.
"It's not your fault," he promised her.
Eric wasn't sure how long they stood there for, but he was certain it had to have been well over 30 minutes as her sobs shook her body. He kept his arms tight around her until he felt her body begin to still.
"I'm sorry," she murmured to him, pulling away so she could wipe her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.
"You never have to apologize to me Calleigh," he told her, resting his forehead on hers, "never, okay?"
She nodded, wiping her eyes, "okay," she said, brushing her lips over his.
"I love you," he told her again as he kissed her sweetly, running his fingers through her hair. He knew she knew that, but he also knew that right now she needed to be surrounded and reassured with as much love as possible.
"I love you too," she said quietly to him. He felt her sigh and then look up to him, running a hand through his hair, "will you lay with me?"
He smiled at her sweetly, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. And she was, to him. He brushed a kiss against her lips and murmured to her, "of course."
Their hands laced and she led him to the bedroom. She'd changed into sweats at the hospital and was too tired to change into something different, so she made her way to the bed, watched as Eric stripped down to his boxers and tucked himself in beside her. He wrapped a strong arm around her torso as they spooned, their legs tangled and fingers lace. Eric nuzzled his face into her hair, pressing kisses all along her skull and holding her tight. They'd both been through alot today, and all Eric wanted to do was hold her and make everything better. But this would take time, she needed to grieve, he needed to grieve. They needed to grieve together, even if Eric didn't know prior to the miscarriage, they both lost what would have been their first child, and that was something that required grieving. He knew they'd get through it, knew that, despite the tragedy, it would only make them stronger as a couple. And maybe in a few weeks, or a few months, or even in a few years, they'd try. Whenever she was ready, because he'd always be there.