"If women didn't do this," Jessamyn whispered, her voice filled with warmth and pain as she glanced at Jerrick, "there wouldn't be new life in this world." Her lips curled into a weak smile, a laugh threatening to break free despite the circumstances. She didn't want to laugh, especially not when he was bearing the pain meant for her, but the absurdity of the situation—her fierce, battle-hardened husband curled up on the bed, groaning in agony—was too much to resist.
But her laughter quickly gave way to something deeper, something raw. Her eyes clouded over, filling with emotion as she gazed at him, this man who had fought not just for her, but for their unborn child, and now, quite literally, felt her pain. Tears pricked her eyes as the love she felt for him surged, overwhelming her. "I love you so much, Jerrick," she said softly, her voice trembling as she reached for his hand, her fingers wrapping around his as if clinging to a lifeline.
