Who: Paige Winterbourne and Lucas Cortez What: Sad News When: Thursday evening Where: Their house Warnings: talk about miscarriage Status: Closed/On-going
Paige hadn’t realized right away that what she’d felt yesterday hadn’t been right, normal, what was supposed to happen. She hadn’t felt anything more than mild discomfort she passed off as nausea, hadn’t thought anything of it. She hadn’t realized until she’d seen the blood and could do nothing but cry for the loss of what she and Lucas had been trying so hard for. She’d been to the doctor first thing in the morning, patiently waiting for an examination that just told her exactly what she already knew; they’d lost the baby.
It wasn’t her fault in any way, she was assured, something she wanted to be able to hang on to, it happened a lot more than people thought. Usually the result of some genetic flaw in the embryo. That made the reassurance less helpful. It stung, to think that they couldn’t create a child with any chance of survival.
She made herself hold it together long enough to call out from work for a couple of days, at least she said, it was personal she said, but little more than that. Hating being weak, especially in front of people, she’d retreated to the bedroom, and hadn’t moved since, curled up on her side of the bed, an old spellbook propped up in front of her, a mug of tea Briar had brought in earlier, thankfully without a word, gone cold on the bedside table.