"Oh." David didn't really know what to say. The thought of that happening to his babies hurt his soul. For a moment, the pain of the thought was almost overwhelming, but he remembered Bridget. He had to harden himself. It wasn't about him, it was about them, and his own pain could wait until he was alone and could have a good cry into his pillow. "When my Bridget was pregnant, she was taken. When she came back, she suffered from nightmares and anxiety for weeks. Lucifer blinded her and burned her, she was chained up and stabbed through the foot. I was able to heal the blindness but the rest... And she was pregnant too." He sighed. Those last weeks of her pregnancy had been very difficult.