Grieving

~Nikki~

“Baby?” I’m startled at the sound of his voice. I look around the dark room, wondering how long I’ve been sitting here. I swear the sun was shining when I sat down, but now it’s pitch black. Sparks erupt on my shoulder, and I lean into the feeling.

“How long have I been sitting here?” I feel his heat on the side of my body as he sits next to me on the couch. We are in the family room, which we don’t use very often, but it’s a quiet room and exactly what I needed.

“It’s been a few hours, baby, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Paul turns my body towards his. I adjust my eyes so I can see him in the dark. He has a look of pure sorrow on his face, and it compounds my pain. I don’t want him to feel bad because I feel bad.

“Baby, you just lost a child, and I have no idea how that feels. I couldn’t imagine losing one of the boys.” Paul is rubbing my lower back, and it’s beyond soothing. It got Aluma to stop whimpering in my mind. She lost a pup just as much as I lost