Chapter 69

Leo’s POV
As I watched, I made a silent promise to take care of not only Zara and our baby’s health but Dad’s as well. It was a message that life should be lived meaningfully—with love and dedication.
After a short time in the recovery room, the doctor gave us permission to take Dad home when he was fully recovered. Zara and Zena continued to care for him, talk to him, and cheer him on with encouragement.
When we finally walked out of the hospital, I felt stronger. Our family’s placentas had become tighter and more meaningful. We would face whatever came our way, both sad and happy, to take care of each other—and our unborn child. We were committed to not just surviving, but to creating precious moments on this journey.
On the way home from the hospital, I sat next to Zara’s Dad and helped him walk. He looked tired but brighter after the successful procedure. Meanwhile, Zara clung to my mother-in-law, seemingly providing the emotional support that Zena and my mother-in-law needed as they talked. From the look in her eyes, I could see that she was still thinking about the loss of a fetus, and it was a heavy burden for her.
When we arrived home, we helped my father-in-law out of the car. My hands were wrapped around his waist carefully, making sure he didn’t fall. “Be careful, Dad. Slow down,” I said, trying to make him feel comfortable.
After he sat down on the chair, I stood near him while Zara and my mother-in-law were still on the porch, whispering to each other. I listened intently as my father-in-law began to advise. “Leo, marriage is not just about love, but also about responsibility. You must always be there for your wife and child, especially during difficult times like this.”
I nodded, trying to understand the meaning of every word he said. “I understand, Dad. I promise to always protect Zara and our child. She is my top priority,” I replied, appreciating the advice he gave.
“Self-respect and confidence are key. When you build a home, you’re not just building a relationship, you’re creating a new life. Make sure you can be Zara’s safe haven—don’t let her feel alone on this journey,” he continued, and there was a depth of experience in his voice.
I felt the price double as I said all that. For the next few years, I wanted to make sure our home was a loving and caring place. “I will, sir. I will do my best,” I said, trying to emphasize my commitment.
Outside, Zara and mother-in-law were still talking. Even though I couldn’t hear, I could tell that Zara was probably venting about her feelings and the loss of a fetus. I decided to give her space, hoping she would open up to Mom about her grief.
After a few moments of talking with my father-in-law, I walked over to Zara. She seemed calmer, though the sadness still lingered on her face. “Zara, how are you? Is everything okay?” I asked gently, trying to encourage her to share.
Zara smiled weakly, signaling that she would be okay. “Mom and I were just talking about—about everything. I’m trying to come to terms with this,” she said, looking at me as if she hoped I could understand her pain.
“If you want to talk more, I’m here for you. Whatever you’re feeling, we can work through it together,” I said, my hand gently clasping Zara’s.
“Thank you, Leo. Sometimes I feel so lost. But talking to Mom makes me feel better,” she continued, and I could tell that her family’s support was helping.
We finally got back to the house, and after we finished preparing dinner for my father-in-law, we all gathered around. Although the atmosphere was hopeful, there was also a sense of sadness. We tried to lighten it up by talking and laughing.
As we gathered around the dinner table, the atmosphere felt a little warmer despite the lingering sadness. Zara’s father sat in the middle, surrounded by his family, and I felt honored to be a part of this moment. The smiles and laughter we shared not only provides nourishment for our bodies but also much-needed emotional support.
Over dinner, conversation flowed naturally. Zara’s mother shared memories of their vacations together, and how her father was sad that he couldn’t join them this year. Zara and Zena laughed occasionally, remembering how careless her father was when he played on the beach.
Slowly, the atmosphere at the dinner table began to lighten up. I could see Zara gradually opening up and being comforted by her family’s presence. Watching her interact with her mother and Zena, I felt lucky to be by their side. This family had a strong bond, and I knew that their support would be a source of strength for Zara as she dealt with the grief of her lost fetus.
When the meal was finished, we all sat back down and enjoyed our time together. As we chatted casually, I watched Zara with love. Behind her smile, I could tell that there was still sadness she was harboring. She was trying to be strong, but as a husband, my heart wanted the best for her.
“Zara,” I said, getting the attention of everyone at the table. “I want to talk to you for a moment. This may not be the right time, but I want you to know that no matter what, I will always be there for you.”
Zara stared at me for a moment, then her smile grew, full of gratitude. “Thank you, Leo. I really appreciate your support,” she said softly.
Mom and Zena listened intently, as if ready to encourage Zara to share more if she wanted. “Although this loss is painful, I believe we can get through it together. We will welcome our baby with love,” I said honestly.
Zara took a deep breath as if weighing the words of my words. “I know that we will continue to fight for this baby. I promise to do my best and focus on the positive,” she said, her eyes beginning to shine with renewed vigor.