A/N not mine, I own nothing but the plot

Shattered Heart

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. ~ Matthew 5:4

That one night that they had spent together meant far more than she would ever know. He felt that she deserved better. Someone younger, someone who worked a more stable job, someone who could make promises and keep them.

He never intended to fall in love with the vivacious Penelope Garcia. He had never intended to spend a night in her bed, wishing for more. That following morning he listened to her words and knew that he had broken something vital inside of her. He broke more than just her heart, he had chipped away at her already bruised soul. He never expected her to call him for help, and knew she must be in a bad spot if he was all that she had to help.

A thousand things ran through his mind when she said that she was in the er and they had given her pain meds.

Had she gotten hurt in an accident?

Had she been dating and it escalated into domestic abuse?

Had she been attacked?

Was she sick?

When he went in to have her prescriptions filled he read her discharge summary. His heart stuttered. It was not what he thought in any way shape or form. A baby. She had been pregnant and lost a baby. She had been nearly sixteen weeks along. Thinking back, he knew it was most likely his, but he needed her to tell him. Did she hate him that much, that she did something to get rid of it? Did she destroy the baby because it was his?

He had reached a boiling point when he reached the car. To say that he was mad was an understatement. He snapped and so did she. He knew that she was telling the truth about her plan. She had no reason to lie to him, plus she couldn't lie worth a damn. It felt like he had been punched in the gut, but he was so proud of her.

She kept it together until he got her home. Once he settled her on the couch and she fell asleep, he gently moved away from her. Standing up her made a slow walk through of her new home. It was more toned down than he ever thought possible from her. A few splashes of her personality had shown through. He easily found the room the she had intended as the nursery. It was light and airy. Only a few things were already in there. His main focus was the white rocking chair, where a classic Pooh Bear sat. His fur was muted and he looked like he had been a very loved toy. Picking it up, he then sat in the rocker and let his own tears of grief fall for the gentle soul that was lost to him once again.

He didn't know how long he sat there. He heard a small sniffle and looked up to find Penelope standing in the doorway. She rushed over and knelt in front of him. They held on to each other, each lost in their joined heartache.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I'm so so sorry," she half whispered half sobbed out.

"Why, Kitten? You didn't cause this to happen."

"I should have told you right away, but I didn't even think about James. I'm so sorry that I've caused you to hurt even more."

He sat back and cupped her cheek in his hand, forcing her to look at him. " An Angel opened the book of Life and saw our precious baby, closing it she whispered, 'this soul is too beautiful for this life' and called it home."

He used his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheeks and gave her a small watery smile. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, turning slightly she pressed a soft kiss into the palm of his hand. He wanted to take away all of the pain he caused her, all of the hurt and sorrow. This was his burden to bare as well. He could not take it from her, but he had learned that they could become stronger together.

"Kitten, we'll get through this."

"I know. I was just so excited finally. I had something to be happy about and just like everything else in my life, it was gone. I'm not meant to have anything good."

"You have to team, you have your godchildren, your friends, your very own special Angel in heaven, and you have me."

"You?"

"Yes, me."

"Why don't you get a few things and spend the next week at least with me, or I can run home and stay here with you? Neither one of us should be alone."

"Let's stay here. I don't think I'm up for going to far from here right now."

He nodded and helped her to stand. He walk with her hand in hand to the door of the nursery. Wrapping and arm around her waist he gently guided her through the door. Turning his head back to look in the room, he could have sworn that he heard the tinkling of two children giggling.

A child that loses its parents is an orphan.

A man who loses his wife is a widower.

A woman who loses her husband is a widow.

There is no name for a parent who loses a child, for there is no word to describe the pain. ~ Unknown.