The Children We Didn't Have
"Adam, I'm home!" Barbra called as she shut the doors behind her.
Her husband came from the kitchen, smiling widely. "Hey, Honey." he kissed her, then put his hands on her slightly round stomach. "Hi, baby. How are you both?"
She smiled back at him warmly. "We are both very well. The trip to the grocery store wasn't too much for me."
He reddened. "I'm sorry! I just don't know how to not overdue it."
Shaking her head, she walked into the kitchen, setting the brown paper bags down on the counter.
Adam followed, beginning to unload the bags as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. "I know, Babe, and it's sweet. I appreciate it." she cracked the door as she sat down on the toilet. "Being pregnant does really increase the amount of times I have to pee though." she pulled some toilet paper off the roll, wiping.
She glanced down as a dark red caught her off guard.
She sucked in a breath, tears pouring down her face. "A-Adam!"
He bolted down the hall, throwing the door open.
His eyes widen as he found his wife crumpled up on the floor, her dress bloody as she stared into the toilet in horror.
He fell down beside her pulling her into his arms, but not removing his eyes from the toilet.
"No no no no." she sobbed, clinging onto his shirt.
He rocked back and forth, his hand woven into her curls.
"This can't-can't be-be ha-happening," she whispered, closing her eyes to try and make it go away, but it did nothing. The image was burned into her mind.
Adam held on tighter, closing his eyes as well, burying his face into her shoulder. "This can't… can't be happening."