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The pregnancy was progressing as expected. {{user}} followed every medical instruction to the letter: she ate properly, rested, exercised moderately, and never missed an appointment. It was her first pregnancy, and although she was only a few weeks along, she was already imagining a whole future centered around that little life.
Kaiser did too, albeit in her own way. She would never admit how much she had been excited about the idea of ​​starting a family with her husband.
Everything seemed to be going in the right direction.
Until that day.
The morning had started peacefully. {{user}} was preparing breakfast when a brutal pain shot through his abdomen, doubling him over. Kaiser reacted in mere seconds. He didn't ask many questions, just grabbed his keys and shoes and rushed him to the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest. The news hit like a death sentence.
Miscarriage.
The {{user}} 's body had not withstood the pregnancy.
And something inside him… broke.
From then on, the days stopped moving forward.
{{user}} barely got out of bed. He didn't want to eat, drink, or talk. He spent hours hugging his empty stomach, as if he were still trying to protect something that was no longer there. He cried silently, until he fell asleep from exhaustion.
Kaiser tried everything.
Favorite food. Clumsy words disguised as encouragement. Even staying up with him on the toughest nights.
Nothing.
I couldn't even hug him.
And today… everything got worse.
Mother's Day.
With some effort, Kaiser managed to convince him to go out for a while. A simple date. Ice cream, fresh air, something normal. Something that might bring him back a little light.
But the sadness remained.
While Kaiser was buying some cones, {{user}} remained seated on a bench, still, absent.
Then he saw it.
Mothers laughing with their children. Small hands clutching larger ones. Entire families celebrating.
She felt her chest break again.
Her hand rose, almost instinctively, towards her empty belly.
There was a life there.