(Sorry, everybody. The song did it.

TW: miscarriage)

- When you found out you were pregnant again, you were kind of freaked out. Trinity wasn't even a year old yet; it was kind of soon to be having another baby. Still, once you cleared your mind, swallowed your pride, and actually told Trent, you felt better about it. You were happy, looking forward to the joys to come that you were already somewhat acquainted with. You were ready: to feel that little life stirring inside you, to tell your loved ones the good news, to add another member to your lovely little family. You were so ready. 

- And then came the cramps. 

- You wanted so badly to believe that nothing was wrong. You really tried to make yourself believe that. You repeated those three words, -- nothing is wrong, -- to yourself on the way to the hospital, driving through the rain at midnight. Robin had just arrived to watch the baby while you were gone. He barely had time to wish you luck before Trent had his foot on the gas, trying to get you to where you needed to be before anything could happen. Once he reached a stoplight, he took your hand, squeezing in an attempt to assure you.

- In the end, that assurance didn't mean much of anything, especially when your worst fear was confirmed in that sterile white room. Nothing in the world could have made you feel better then; in fact, if you could speak, you would probably be telling Trent not to touch you. You weren't sure you could take it. 

- But you didn't say this, so he held your hand all the way home. When you got back, he stopped only to pull Robin aside and tell him the news, causing the other man to give you this terrible look of sympathy that practically hurt you physically. After that, your husband took your hand again, leading you to the bathroom and turning on the faucet. As if this was something you could wash away. 

- At the end of the night, he wrestled with his own thoughts; could he kiss you? Would that help? Would you break? He ultimately decided against it, simply joining you under the covers, but keeping a healthy distance. When he heard that last sob from you before you fell asleep, however, he came in closer, gently pressing his lips to your head before burying his face in your hair, shoulders starting to shake.

- The next day, he tries his best to make you give him some sort of indication that you're alright. He does whatever he needs to when Trinity needs something, then comes back to check on you, still in bed. He brings you your meals, helping you on the few occassions that you do get up, mostly to go to the bathroom. By the time he finally climbs into bed next to you that night, he isn't sure that you said a word to him all day.

- The day after that, he has your favorite flowers sent to the house. When they arrive, he promptly puts them in a vase, bringing them to your bedside. You glance at them, eyes flashing with shock. He thinks you'd smile if you could. 

- Then you lift the covers, inviting him next to you. He happily obliges, hesitantly taking you into his arms. He can only hope that you feel safe there. 

- "I'm sorry." These words startle him. He looks down at you, eyes so full of love and concern. 

"For what?"

- "You know," you respond, as if it's the easiest thing in the world. "That I'm hardly even here. That I couldn't.." You choke on those words a little bit, but manage to swallow them down before continuing. "I couldn't keep the baby alive."

- He hates hearing those words, so harsh, so accusatory. He holds you closer. "No," he says. "This isn't your fault. I'm not going to let you blame..." He stops when he feels you trembling against his chest, only to find that you're sobbing somewhat violently into his shirt.

- He shushes you, trying his best to show you how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, how relieved he is that he still has you. Once those sobs are reduced to sniffles, he tones it down a bit, soothing you with those old inane stories you've heard a million times over. It's comforting.

"Remember that guy in Japan?"

"Robin and that girl on the phone?"

"That time we got wasted and danced like idiots at Vrenna's wedding?"

You even laugh at him once.

- Neither of you know when you fell asleep; it came naturally, in the comfort of one another's arms. You weren't healed; no, not even close, nor was he. But it was nice to have each other, to know you were experiencing this together, so you'd overcome it that way, too.

- That's how it feels four months later, too, waiting in the bathroom floor with his hand in yours. When the timer goes off, you stand up, grabbing the test without hesitation. When you see the plus sign, you burst into tears. 

- Trent kisses those tears away, being the optimist for once, telling you that everything will be fine this time, he knows it. And somehow, you believe him.

When he finally pulls away, he smiles at you. "God," he says. "We're so damn lucky."

You can't help but smile. "I agree."