“What do you need?” she asked. “Tell me, and I’ll make it happen. What can I do for you?”
Finn shared.
“We don’t know. The doctor said the hormone levels are dropping, and she’s cramping. He said it’s a miscarriage.”
Elizabeth hated hearing that.
“Gabs, it’ll be okay,” she said.
Gabby was taking this hard.
“It won’t be. What if it’s me? What if I’m the reason we’re having a miscarriage? What if I can’t get pregnant?”
She understood the freakout.
Only, this was just the first time she tried to get pregnant with Finn.
“Can I have a moment with her?” Elizabeth asked. “We’re going to talk women things.”
He looked at his fiancée.
“Do you want me to stay or go?”
She was honest.
“I’ll be okay. Elizabeth will talk me down,” she offered.
Well, then, in that case, he’d go call his sisters. They’d talk him down, because he was devastated. He wanted children in the worst way.
When he left the room, Gabby held the phone.
“This isn’t your first miscarriage, is it?” Elizabeth asked.
She shook her head.
Yeah, she suspected. While miscarriages were horrible, Gabby was beyond distraught.
This was the kind of breakdown a woman would have a few miscarriages in.
“I had three with my ex. I think it’s me, Elizabeth. I think it’s my body. What if I can’t have kids? Finn wants a big family. What if I can’t give him that?” she asked.
She stopped her from blaming herself.
“Let me tell you a story,” she said.
Gabby wiped her eyes and listened.
“Once upon a time, there was a young Elizabeth LaRue. She worked for the FBI, and was this fresh-faced hopeful young woman.”
She listened.
“She was with the FBI for more than a handful of years, and she got pregnant. She and her boyfriend at the time found out she was having a child.”
She blinked.
“Who was the boyfriend?”
This was a story she and Chris never spoke of, and it had been a hard pill for both of them. It had been the one time they’d made a life together, and lost it at the same time.
