Since it was a hospital bathroom, one can easily unlock the door on the other side for security purposes. That was why when Olivia took longer than she should be inside, Maxen had an inkling that she was taking her time, grieving alone, which didn't sit well on him.
If she wanted to grieve, they would grieve together. Gone were the days and nights that Olivia would bottle up her emotions, because moving forward, she had him for all eternity.
Worry painted Maxen's face the second he entered the bathroom. "Baby," his voice was almost a whisper. He cocooned her in his arms, her tears soaked his shirt but it didn't bother him.
"I'm sorry it's my fault. I wasn't careful. I'm sorry I lost our baby," she wailed, covering her face with both of her hands. Her shoulders shook as she let her emotions course through the veins in her body.
