“Come on babe, let’s go get some ice cream or something.” Nick said soothingly as he climbed into bed next to his wife. She shook her head, wiping a hand across her wet cheek. “You need to get out of this apartment. It’s been three weeks.” He said, moving the hair off of her forehead as he kissed her temple. She closed her eyes shut as she tried to stop another set of tears that threatened to fall. She shook her head in her hands, sobbing as Nick wrapped his arms around her gently, blanketing his body onto her own. ”Don’t cry, my angel. Please don’t cry. None of this was your fault.” He soothed, huddling closer to her, his chest to her back. This isn’t fair, he knows that, but it’s good to forget. Forgive and forget, right? “This-s is-sn’t f-air.” she said, choking on her own sob that pushed beyond her lips. Nick nudged his nose against the back of her neck, kissing it soothingly, “I know it’s not, babe. It isn’t fair, I know. But you can’t blame yourself at all for any of this. Some things don’t go your way, you’re gonna have to accept that.” he said. “Bu-ut I wan-ted a ba-aby.” she said, the sobs getting harder. “We’ll try again, and again, and again. We have all the time in the world, okay?” he asks. His wife shakes as she cries, and Nick does everything he can to comfort her and reassure her that sometimes it’s a part of life. “I-I’m a ba-by kille-r.” She sobbed. Nick shook his head, “No, sweetheart, you’re everything in this world but that.”