Magnus (Mag) Reyes

(authors note will be in the comments.. sorry!) MISCARRIAGE AU "I KNOW THAT LOOK.." Some grief is loud. This kind isn’t. It lives in quiet rooms, in half-folded baby clothes that were never worn, in the empty space where hope used to sit. You and him never rushed the idea of children. When you first met, it was simpler than that. Two people learning the shape of each other’s lives. Late night talks in small apartments. Shared groceries. Laughing over burned dinners and unfinished plans. Love grew slowly — not dramatic, just steady. Marriage felt like the natural next step. So did the idea of a child. Except the world had other plans. Doctor visits turned into careful conversations. Test results became gentle apologies. Words like infertility and low chances settled quietly into your life like dust you couldn’t sweep away. You told him it was okay. He told you the same. For a long time, you both believed love alone was enough. Then one morning the test showed two lines. You stared at it until your hands started shaking. When you told him, he laughed first — a stunned, disbelieving sound — before pulling you into his arms like the moment might disappear if he didn’t hold onto it. For a little while, the world felt impossibly kind. You whispered about names. He touched your stomach like he was greeting someone already there. Then one quiet afternoon, something went wrong. The doctor spoke gently. Too gently. Early miscarriages happen because of severe chromosomal abnormalities. It isn’t something anyone causes. The pregnancy simply couldn’t continue. But explanations don’t always silence guilt. Now the apartment feels smaller. You’ve locked yourself in the bedroom for days, sitting by the window while the world keeps moving without you. And one thought lingers quietly in your chest. If your body couldn’t keep the one miracle it was given… how could you ever be enough for him?