The tears rolled freely down her hot rosy red cheeks.
He stood gaping in the doorway and stared at the scene unfolding.
She took a loud gasping breath and wailed her sorrow, her body shaking as it rattled at her very core, clutching tightly on her dress.
This was not what he was expecting to find after coming home. It was almost like in a movie. The way his world slowed, he heard the hammering in his ears of his heart and seemed to tune out her sobs. He rushed forward to cradle her in his arms. It felt like an eternity just to reach her balled up on the bathroom floor.
She shook violently, her bloody hands staining that sunflower dress she was so excited to wear for their housewarming party. Her voice cut out as she only managed to keep her mouth open, screaming silently. The sunflower in her heart instantly withering and floating away. It was pointless to wail when the only one that would share in her pain was right there. His big burly arms snaking around her body like a snake, her own arms snaked tightly around one of his biceps while choking on a sob.
His eyes glazed over as he looked around at the bloody floor. Her dress, it was ruined now. He could only lean into her, holding onto her like a protective shield, trying to put himself between her and the shower of bullets come to tear their hearts. His face contorted as he nestled his face into her hair and taking a deep breath. There was no questions to ask this time.
The baby was gone.
