Marian had been holding it together with a tight fist. She knew she would have been due sometime this week. She knew she should be holding her daughter, listening to her small baby noises. But something she had done, something that had been done, completely wrecked that.
She had taken her time in the shower. Crying beneath the spray until she was sure she was cried out. To be sure that she could continue to hold a brave face in front of everyone. Yet, once she was done, she shuffled out, scrubbing her hair dry, in the largest fluffiest robe she could have found on their trips.
Shuffling around the apartment in search for him. "Hansel?" She called out quietly enough to keep from waking the children.