Garrett stepped into the house after a long day fixing the barn. Kayley was in the kitchen cooking. He strolled over to her and lovingly patted her stomach, which was swollen in pregnant fashion.

"Hello, little one," he whispered. Kayley turned around and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Hello, dear," she said. "How is it coming?" She was always interested to hear about the barn, especially after her mother's last visit. Lady Juliana had forbidden Kayley from doing any strenuous work, fearing for the safety of her first grandchild.

"It's coming along," Garrett replied, sighing. "It would be easier if I had more help, but what can I do?" He smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Kayley returned the smile and turned back to her cooking, laying a hand on the top of her stomach.

"Dinner is finished, love," she said. They ate in silence. Garrett was tired, and did not feel up to discussing anything, not that there was much to discuss. He enjoyed the silence, though. He just enjoyed being in Kayley's presence. After they were finished, Kayley made to clean up.

"No, no," Garrett said. "I'll get these, love. Go upstairs and rest. You spent too long on your feet." He stared pointedly at her swollen ankles. Kayley laughed and began the ascent up the stairs. Garrett turned his back for a moment and heard a crash behind him.

"G-Garrett?" he heard Kayley call. Garrett whipped around and saw her on the ground, a steady trickle of blood making its way down her leg. His eyes widened. "G-Garrett." Kayley suddenly burst into tears, shoulders heaving with sobs. Garrett rushed to her side, and tried to soothe her while holding back tears. He knew what that meant.

Their baby was gone.