A sharp pain in her abdomen jolted Grace awake in the middle of the night and she extricated herself from Spencer's arms and hurried to the bathroom. She was dismayed to find blood in her pajamas and cried softly as another pain suddenly shot through her, sending her sliding down to the floor clutching her stomach. This can't be happening, Grace thought despairingly as her abdomen contracted again and a mass of blood and tissue flowed from her body out into the towels she'd hurriedly arranged beneath her.

"No, no," she wept inaudibly, grieving the impending loss silently as several more cramps swept through her. Leaning against the bathroom wall, she sat quietly as the physical pains subsided, leaving her to languish over the miscarriage. She'd only just suspected the pregnancy a few days ago and had not yet had it confirmed by the doctor. Nor had she informed Spencer because she wanted professional confirmation first. Now she leaned miserably against the bathroom wall, one hand clasped against her tummy and crying silently over the loss.

Spencer found her there several hours later, fast asleep and curled up on the floor clutching another towel. Her face was tearstained and he saw the blood on the towels around her and on her pajamas and knew immediately what had happened.

Torn between waking her up to comfort her and not wanting to disturb her needed sleep, he picked her up as gently as he could and carried her back to the bed.

He slid his iPhone out of his pocket and sent a text message to Maureen:

Please call me as soon as you can.

Stepping out of the room, he called Hetherington's, asked for the nursing supervisor and, once connected to Sandy, explained that Grace was ill and wouldn't be in to work for the next few days.

"I'll keep you updated as soon as I know more," he told her.

"Of course, Dr. Reid. Please give her our love."

Turning back to Grace, Spencer ensured she was comfortable then set about cleaning up the bathroom. He bagged the bloody towels and set them by the front door to toss out later, then returned to see Grace awakening.

As she became aware, she remembered what had happened and a fresh bout of tears sprang forth. Immediately, he sat next to her on the bed and drew her up into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she sputtered as she cried. "I lost our baby." Her shoulders shook as the crying overwhelmed her and he sat still, just holding her and rubbing her back as his own tears fell.

She sobbed for some time and Spencer thought it best to just let her cry it out first before he said anything besides "it's gonna be okay."

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For three days, Grace would not get out of bed except to use the bathroom and for the one doctor's appointment she'd had to ensure that she was physically healthy and going to recover from the miscarriage. She refused food, would not answer her phone and pushed Spencer away when he tried to talk to her.

He'd read everything he could about miscarriage and grief over the loss of an unborn child. He exhausted the Internet searching for coping advice and how to help the process of recovery. He sat with her for hours, trying to reassure her she was not at fault. His research had told him not to say things like 'there will be other babies' or 'it wasn't meant to be.' Instead, he just assured her he loved her and didn't blame her for the loss.

He'd called Emily and asked her to relay to the supervisor that he'd be postponing the next planned seminar and Emily assured him she'd take care of everything at her end.

"Take all the time she needs. You need. You're where you need to be right now. The seminars will wait, Spencer. Please let me know if there's anything any of us can do."

"Thanks Emily," he sighed, clicking off his phone and returning to the bedroom.

She was sitting up in the bed, eyes staring at nothing out the window. His heart broke for her, but for himself too. He wondered how long she'd known she was pregnant. If she'd known, he conceded. He grappled with his own sense of loss, not knowing what to say to her when he could hardly fathom his own pain. What he was sure of, though, was that they were in this together. Wherever this journey was taking them, they were going to do it together. He sat down on the bed beside her and took her hand. For the first time in three days, she didn't recoil and take her hand back. He rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand for a long moment then drew it up to his lips and kissed it. She allowed the action but said nothing.

Her eyes continued to stare blankly out the window at the rain falling outside. They sat together for a long while before Spencer finally moved. He stood up, kissed her forehead and told her once again,

"I love you. This wasn't your fault, there's no blame. You did nothing wrong and it doesn't change the fact that I love you."

She hadn't acknowledged anything he'd said to her since the miscarriage so it was somewhat surprising to him when she clutched at his hand and blurted out, "I lost the baby," as fresh tears fell from her eyes.

He swallowed hard and nodded, "I'm so sorry." She dropped his hand and he walked over to the window.

"We lost our baby," he whispered softly as he knuckled away his own tears.

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