"My love, you've been skipping meals." Tiel held a platter of food in his hands, facing the bed, shrouded in shadows. A thin lump lying still under the thick blanket remained unmoving as he placed it on the table next to it.
"I know you're stricken by grief, but... you can't continue not eating, babe. You're starving our child," Tiel reminded her. He sat on the table, gently tracing the curve of her body as an attempt to comfort her.
Celeste remained unmoving. She had been crying. So long that Tiel was frightened. He couldn't leave to work, instead he worked in his home office, where phone calls continued to come every so often.
Now the crying spell was over, replaced by a silence that was equally frightening. He couldn't seem to make her speak, no matter how hard he tried.
"Celeste, please..." Tiel could hear the desperation in his voice. The sudden burden he couldn't recognize in the pit of his stomach.