?Sad: Oh god... Prepare for some super angst...
The whole car ride home was silent, minus Addison's quiet, soft sobs. Zed didn't dare say a word, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. He knew how she felt. Hell, he was hurting too. But he knew, in this moment, anything he said would make it worse. So, he drove silently. Every whimper that came from his gorgeous wife breaking his heart further.
The car pulled up to the house and Zed put it in park, glancing over at the unmoving Addison. He got out and made his way to her side, opening her door for her and helping her out. She wrapped her arms around herself as if she was protecting her insides. Zed walked her in the house, his arm draped around her waist until they were in the door. She quickly pulled away from him and rushed up to their bedroom, locking herself away in there for the rest of the night.
Zed sighed from his spot on the couch. The TV on but he wasn't paying much attention to it. Nothing he did was making her feel any better. He cooked her dinner, given it wasn't a very complicated meal since he wasn't the best cook, but when he knocked on the door to offer her some, she just sent him away with an 'I'm not hungry.' He tried to ask if she wanted to watch a movie and eat ice cream, but was rejected quickly with that as well.
He knew she was hurting but he was too. He wants to be with her, heal with her. His heart was aching, his eyes start burning. He was just as excited as she was to meet their new baby. Taken from them before they could even know the gender. Tears spilling down his cheeks.
Everything seemed to be going great until suddenly it wasn't. Addy started feeling super sick, at first we thought it was morning sickness again, but that had ended weeks ago. Zed decided it would be best to take her in just in case when the nausea wouldn't subside.
When they did the ultrasound, the baby was already gone. A constricted whine crawled up his throat. He fought to be strong but without Addison around he felt so lost.
Suddenly, he felt a petite pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind the couch. He began crying harder, placing a hand on her forearm and pressing his head against hers. They stayed there for a little while, both crying over their loss.
Once they both settled, Addison broke out carton the ice cream Zed had offered earlier with two spoons. They sat against each other on the couch most of the night, eating ice cream, crying and talking. All the while, picking up the pieces of their shattered hearts and slowly putting them back together.