Charlie looked up with narrowed eyes when she saw Dr. Orwell exit the room moments after she did. She watched as the doctor poked her head into the examination room two doors down. She wished she could hear what was being said, but something told her she didn't want to. The look on Dr. Orwell's face was loud enough with bad news. Charlie felt the same feeling of uneasiness that Denise had complained about earlier. She shifted unnervingly in her office chair, tapping her pen anxiously against her clipboard. Had Charlie been wrong to disregard Denise's nerves as excitement? Did Denise's body know something she didn't? Had she been wrong to dispute what Denise had been feeling? It was now Charlie's turn to feel sick.

She returned her gaze to her clipboard as Dr. Orwell took a step back. From the corner of her eye, she saw Dr. Carson emerge from his examination room. The second the door closed behind him, they began to discuss Chris and Denise's situation. Charlie diverted her attention to the conversation. Even from a distance away, she could hear every word clearly. Tears filled her eyes when she heard the sentence, "there is no heartbeat." She covered her mouth with her hand, choking back her urge to sob for her friends.

Charlie watched as the two doctors entered the examination room Chris and Denise were in, then exit moments later. Her hands shook as she rose to her feet. She walked across to Dr. Orwell and Dr. Carson, who dismissed her with a shake of their heads before she could speak with them. Both Dr. Orwell and Dr. Carson knew about the relationship Charlie had built with Chris and Denise, talking about their unfortunate miscarriage with her would only end in an emotional scene. The couple didn't need that, not when majority of the people in that clinic knew exactly who they were.

Twenty minutes must've passed before Chris and Denise emerged from the examination room, Charlie's heart broke seeing how sullen both were. Chris spotted Charlie and was genuinely startled by her presence. It seemed he'd forgotten they had befriended someone working there and was unsure if he was glad they did. He sat Denise down in the nearest empty chair, whispering something into her ear while she stared blankly at the ground. Chris let out a quiet sigh as he walked over to Charlie. He was about to tell her what had happened when she shook her head, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. She wanted to save him from repeating the abhorrent news, using her heavy expression to inform him that he didn't need to say anything because she already knew.

"I'm so sorry," Charlie whispered.

"Yeah," Chris agreed softly, "me too."

Charlie didn't know what else to do or say. Though she was a professional who knew how common miscarriages were, these people were her friends. She'd heard the stories about their failed attempts to conceive and how happy they were when they finally did. She knew about Denise's uncertainty when it came to having children, and that this child had been her turning point- a decision she had made on her own because she finally felt ready. She'd met their son, Jack, who was so excited about having a new baby come into their lives. She'd even gone shopping with Denise for baby clothes, so no- she didn't know what to do or say. She'd no idea the day would turn out this way, or that their baby wouldn't have a heartbeat after twelve weeks. She hated the world for doing what it did to Chris and Denise, she hated everything at the moment.

"I need to um-" Chris couldn't say the words he needed to, he just pointed at the reception counter. Charlie nodded, stepping out of his way so he could walk over. He didn't know what was harder, hearing that his unborn child no longer had a heartbeat or sending his heartbroken wife to a procedure to remove said child. "Please watch her for me," he mumbled as he walked away.

Charlie's steps towards Denise were slow and measured. She was contemplating her actions and words. She didn't want to do anything to trigger an explosion of emotions she didn't know how handle. It was an incredibly sensitive subject she didn't want to address in case she made things worst, but she also couldn't just disregard the tragedy. She descended to her knees in front of Denise, taking both of her hands into hers.

"Hey," Charlie gently beckoned for Denise's attention.

"Hi," Denise forced a smile on her face as she openly wept.

"I have a day off tomorrow, do you want to go try that café we passed a few weeks ago? The one next to that-" She cut herself off because she realized she was about to mention a baby store. "Denise," she tried not to cry as she said, "I am so, so sorry." Denise started to cry and Charlie squeezed her hands. "I can only imagine what you're going through, I just want you to know that you're not alone."

"I know," Denise began then forced a chuckle out of her throat. Her inhales and exhales were shaky as she tried not to break down. "I appreciate it, Charlie. But um- I don't really want to talk right now." Charlie nodded with complete a understanding, feeling herself start to weep. "I kind of want to just go home? Like- I just don't want to be here anymore."

"Okay, um- Chris is just-" Like Chris, Charlie couldn't say the words. "You'll leave right after, okay?"

"Can you um..." Denise trailed off as she started to cry. "Can you take me outside? I can't- I can't be in here anymore, I um- there's too many people in here." Charlie looked over her shoulder, sighing when she saw the looks and the whispers. Even if they were being sympathetic, it was was still too much attention for a grieving mother to handle. "Just take me outside, please." Charlie nodded, blinking her tears out of her eyes as she helped Denise to her feet. Before they could make their way outside, Chris returned, taking Charlie's place beside Denise.

"Where did you park?" Charlie asked Chris, holding out her hand for his car keys. "I'll go get your car, pull it around for you." She told him and he let out a grateful sigh of relief as he placed his keys in her hand. He knew he couldn't leave his wife alone right now, even if it was with a friend for a few minutes to pull the car around. Just walking a few meters away from her to fill out some paperwork killed him, he couldn't leave her side again- not after what they'd just been through, not in the state she was in.

"The black SUV, just opposite the sushi place."

Chris watched as Charlie disappeared around the corner, then turned to Denise. Seeing her the way she was, it was an experience as brutal as when he thought she'd died in a plane crash. He felt hopeless, powerless, and completely broken. He didn't know what to do or say, or how to feel. He didn't even know if he'd ever see the girl he fell in-love with again because the girl next to him wasn't his girl, the girl next to him was a shattered version of her. And while he wanted to believe he could fix her, he was terrified he couldn't. He was terrified to even touch her because he didn't want to do anything to make it worst. All he could think of doing was to chide himself because he shouldn't have expressed interest in a second child, he should've just been satisfied with Jack. This was his fault. Denise would've never wanted a second child if he hadn't bugged her with the idea. She had been happy with just Jack, but now, because of him, she was never going to be happy again.

Chris pulled his phone out of his back pocket and crafted a quick text to his mother. He informed her of the miscarriage, then requested she take Jack back to her place for the night so he and Denise could have some time to mourn. Upon reading her son's text, Lisa excused herself from Jack's company to cry. As a grandmother, she was deeply saddened by the news. But as the mother and the mother-in-law of the parents victim to such a tragedy, she was utterly heartbroken. She collected herself then returned to Jack, informing him with a smile that he was going to have a sleepover at Nana's tonight.

When Charlie returned with Chris' car, Chris ushered Denise into the passenger's side before getting into the driver's side himself. He sincerely thanked Charlie then drove off before they were caught by fans or paparazzi. The first few minutes of the drive occurred in utter silence. Denise leaned her head against the glass of the window, staring blankly at the passing sights. Chris reached over for her hand, only to pull away before he touched her. He felt ridiculous, but he didn't know what to do. All he could think of to say was "I'm sorry," but somehow he felt that wasn't going to be good enough. He was so deep in thought, drowning in grief and guilt that he flinched when Denise spoke.

"Chris?" Her voice so feeble.

"Yes," he glanced at her, "sweetheart?"

"How are we going tell people?" She whispered her question then immediately broke down, sobbing into her hands. His own vision blurred and he decided to pull the car over as a safety precaution. He killed the engine then turned to her, embracing her over the gearbox. "Why did this have to happen to us?" She cried as her arms wrapped around his neck, hands grabbing handfuls of his sweater. "What did we do to- to deserve this, Chris?"

"I don't know, baby." He rubbed her back, his heart aching in his chest. "But we're going to get through this together, okay?" He held her head close to his chest, tilting his head back to prevent his tears from falling. "I know this is..." His voice broke as he matched the strength of her hold. "This is not how we expected things to turn out, but we're going to be okay. Okay?" He didn't wait for an answer, nor did he expect one. "We're going to be okay," he affirmed.

"How are we going to tell people?"

"Let's not worry about that now, let's just worry about us."

"We are about to go home to our son and your mom," she cried as she abruptly pulled away from him. "We need to tell them. I can't just- I can't pretend like everything is fine when it's not," she told him and he nodded understandingly, taking her hands in his to calm her before she broke down again. "I can't pretend our baby is still alive when- when it's not," she choked out and he felt his heart throbbed. "We need to tell them, we need- we need to tell people."

"I know, sweetheart. And we will, we just need to grieve first. We need to process this ourselves before we tell people, okay?" He cupped her face in his hands and she sobbed, lowering her gaze as she wrapped her hands around his wrists. "We will tell people tomorrow. Tonight, you and I- we're going to worry about us. I already texted my mom, I asked if she could watch Jack for the night. She's going to take him back to her place so-"

"No," she met his gaze, shaking her head as her grip tightened around his wrists. His brows furrowed in confusion. Did she really want to deal with explaining what had happened to a three year old when she barely understood what had happened herself? "Text her again," she demanded, "I want him home."

"Denise, I just think we-"

"I want him home, Chris." She shoved his hands away with a deep frown on her face. "I want him home," she repeated in as firm a tone as she could muster, only to see him shake his head in response. "Chris!" She cried as her frustration increased. "Text your mom!" She tried to reach for his phone in his pocket when he didn't do as she'd asked. "Text your mom, Chris!" He pushed her hands away, shaking his head at her instruction. She eventually gave up and reached for her own phone, only to have him snatch it out of her hands. "I want him home," she said again, and again, he shook his head. "Chris, text your mom!" She slammed her fists into his chest as she started to cry again.

"We need time to process this," he caught her wrists in his hands.

"No, I need my son," she spat through her gritted teeth, yanking her wrists from his grip. "I need him home, Chris. I want Jack home, I want him home," she rambled through her sobs, on the verge of a hyperventilation. "I want..." She choked on her tears, burying her face in her hands. Quietly, she admitted, "I want my baby." Chris ran a hand over his mouth as he wept. He set Denise's phone aside then took her back in his arms, hugging her tightly as she cried into his chest, "I just want my baby, Chris. I just want my baby..."

"I know, darling. I know." He rested his chin on her head, sighing. "Me too, I just want our baby too."