Micah could not replace the words, so he just held her tightly until the doctor entered the room.

Handing him a report, the doctor said, "The results are in. It seems there's anemia and malnutrition, likely caused by recent exhaustion."

"Exhaustion?" Micah immediately recalled everything Freya had done to help him.

If he had known it would lead to this, he would have stayed up all night himself to finish everything, rather than let her take on even a bit of the burden. Would the baby still be with them if he hadn't let her help? Micah voiced his question, "Did the miscarriage happen because Freya was too exhausted?"

"It could be a factor," the doctor said, "but it's never just one cause. The health of both parents plays a role in these things since a pregnancy relies on both. Blaming one person is neither fair nor accurate."

"I understand. Thank you, doctor. Could you prescribe something to help her recover?" Micah's main focus now was ensuring Freya's health.

But Freya had another concern. She looked at the doctor, asking, "This was a natural miscarriage, but does that mean I can still have children? I read that some women are predisposed to miscarriages. If it happens once, it can keep happening, and after enough times, they may not be able to have children at all."

Just the thought of that felt like her world was collapsing. She did not dare dream of a second or third child now. Just one would be enough.

"You're still young," the doctor

reassured her "If you take care of yourself and give your body time to recover, you should be fine to try again. But I'd recommend waiting at least six months before your next pregnancy to ensure your body is fully prepared and to minimize any risk of miscarriage." He offered her a few more comforting words, but they barely registered.

Freya was caught in a cycle of fear, unable to shake the worst possible outcome. What if she really couldn't have children?

After the doctor left, Micah sat beside her. "Freya, let's focus on something hopeful, okay?"

She looked at him, her eyes serious. "Micah, if I can't have children, what would you do?" Her tone was steady, and each word was filled with resolve, "I know you love kids, and you need an heir for all of this. If I can't give that to you, you should be with someone who can."

Saying those words felt like tearing herself apart, but she knew what he deserved. Freya loved him too deeply to hold him back from having a family.

Micah's brows knitted tightly. "Freya, I know you're heartbroken right now, but don't say that. No matter how hard things are, you can't just push me away to someone else."

"But I couldn't even carry this one baby," she whispered, wiping the tears from her face. "You wanted this child so much, and the doctor even said it's because of my body. It's not fair to you if I can't be a mother. I don't want to keep you from being a father."

Freya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Micah leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce, unrelenting kiss.

His kisses were intense and steady, landing one after another.

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