Freya lowered her head, feeling a wave of sadness. Earlier, she had hoped that once things settled down, she could rest more and start prenatal bonding activities for the baby. But that dream was no longer possible. "Freya? What's on your mind?" Micah noticed her expression and gently asked.

Freya shook her head. "It's nothing. You should get back to work. I'll be fine on my own."

She held back her tears while he was with her, not wanting to burden him with her sorrow. Once he left, she could finally let herself grieve.

"I'll stay a bit longer," Micah said, unwilling to leave her alone.

she was holding something back, and he suspected it had to do with their loss. He couldn't take away her physical pain, but he could at least offer comfort. Freya saw through his gentle attempt to comfort her and smiled softly. "I

worried you're keeping things to yourself. I don't want you bottling it all up. Tell

his eyes. "Micah," she said, "as long as you're here, I'm

had Micah by her side, and that

He believed they would have their chance

bit? I barely slept last night and could use a nap," Freya suggested, slipping off her outer layer and lying back. She nestled close, and soon they

had fallen, and the room was dark. "You're awake?" Freya murmured sleepily, stirring beside him. She began to

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