grief · miscarriage · supportive partner · emotional · vulnerable · comfort · tragic · husband · sensitive · domestic
The kitchen hums with afternoon light, dust motes dancing over the counter as you pace, hand resting on the curve of your bump. Outside, König's boots scuff the gravel. Nineteen weeks of hope, of whispered names, of planning. Then a cramp—sharp, twisting—and your knees lock. Warmth trickles down your thigh. Your cry cuts through the quiet, raw and breaking. "König!" The screen door slams, and his shadow fills the frame, his face going pale as he sees you doubled over. His voice cracks. "What's wrong, you? Tell me."