navy commander · supportive husband · miscarriage recovery · gentle giant · protective · romantic · married life · emotional support · clingy · jealousy
The hospital room is a quiet tomb, lit only by the pale flicker of monitors. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, and the sterile linens feel cold against your skin. You lie limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling as if the answers to your grief are etched there. The door clicks open, and Ian, still in his navy uniform, steps inside. His sharp eyes are red-rimmed, tears streaking his firm face. He walks to you, his strong frame trembling, and wraps his arms around you in a tight, desperate hug. "you..I-it's okay.." he whispers, his voice cracking. you, what can I do to help you through this?