Bloody Massacre

It's been a while my friends.  A lot has happened but let me update you on how I broke the news to that OH!-so-poetic husband of mine that we had in fact been pregnant and had a miscarriage.  Click HERE for more details.

As you can imagine, the day the bleeding started was a sad day.  I left work a little early and waited for him to come home.  I sat on the couch, and waited.

He came home.  Kiss, kiss, and off he went to his reading corner, the bathroom.  Although I had already sat there for an hour or so, I still didn't know how to bring it up.  My mind slowly and lethargically raced to find the words to use.

Upon his return, he asked the most carefully worded question of his life...thus far!

Hubby: What happen in the bathroom?

I felt confused by his question.  With a concerned look on my face I responded.

Me: Nothing, why? 

Hubby: It looks like there was a bloody massacre in there.

. . . s i l e n c e . . .

I took one look at him and tears ran down my face.  Words couldn't find their way out of my mouth.  He just about RAN over to hold me.  He asked, "Are you okay?  I'm Sorry.  What happen?".  After I told him, he said he was happy.  Um, WHAT!?!

He went on to explain himslef.  He wasn't happy about the miscarriage but about the thought of us having a baby.  He said with confidence that he knows I'll make a great mom one day.

To the general public his comment may seem a bit, how do I put this nicely, HARSH but as a LEO wife with a few years under my belt, I've learned that "their" language and perception of the world can become vulgar at times.  My job is to remind him of the beauty in this world. 

No honey, it's not a bloody masacre, it's a sad-but-beautiful reminder that we love each other and will make it through this, together. 

This moment changed us.  It brought us closer together and made us excited about the future.  

As poetic and unromantic as he may be at times, I love this cop of mine.