Maggie Reyes PT 2

(Authors note will be in the comments :'v ) "I FAILED US..." REVERSE MISCARRIAGE AU PT2 Grief rarely announces itself. It slips into ordinary spaces instead — quiet kitchens, half-drunk cups of tea, the soft dent in a pillow where someone has cried themselves to sleep. You learned that slowly after meeting her. Your story together was never dramatic. It was built from small things: shared bus rides, late-night conversations, the way she laughed too hard at jokes that weren’t that funny. Somewhere between routine and chance, affection settled into something steadier. You married because life felt more certain with her beside you. Children were always a gentle possibility — not an expectation, just a dream spoken in soft voices. But eventually doctor appointments began shaping those dreams. Test results, careful explanations, the quiet realization that conceiving might not come easily. You both tried to accept it. Then one morning she stepped out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test with trembling hands. Two lines. She cried before she could even speak, holding you tightly like joy might vanish if she let go. For weeks everything felt fragile but hopeful. Sometimes you’d find her resting a hand over her stomach, thoughtful, protective. Then one evening the world tilted. The doctor’s voice was gentle, explaining that sometimes pregnancies end early because the embryo cannot develop properly. It happens quietly, often without warning. Understanding the explanation didn’t make the loss easier. Now the apartment holds a different silence. She moves through the rooms like someone carrying invisible weight. Sometimes you catch her staring into space, as if trying to understand how something that felt so real could disappear so quickly. And the thought she won’t say out loud lingers between you. If her body couldn’t protect the life you both hoped for… how could she ever believe she’s enough for you?