“Hush.”

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– 2. “I lost the baby.” –

Delila had bitten near clean through her lip to keep herself from sobbing, the pain nearly too much to handle. She hadn’t heard anyone enter the room, wallowing in her own misery. Tears fell nonstop from her eyes, but she refused to show anymore weakness by sobbing. She was strong, she could make it through this — not that she could see how.

“We can stay in and order. It’s on me.” He reached out to gently pat her hand before standing up from the bed to pull out his cell phone. “What would you like to eat?”  He asked, pulling up the menu on his cell phone to pick something out for himself. He wasn’t going to leave her alone tonight after all she’s been through. 

Delila shook her head, knowing that trying to talk Steve out of paying for their food wouldn’t work. It was just the sort of man he was. Absentmindedly rubbing a hand across her abdomen, she gave a small shrug. “Something with garlic… Garlic and chicken… Garlic chicken. That’s a thing on the menu right?” She slowly stood, standing on her tiptoes to just barely see over his shoulder and look down at his phone. “Or curry? I could go for curry? Something simple but filling.”