worried

Sensing something was wrong with Phoebe, Travis got out of bed. He hurriedly walked to the bathroom, crossed the walk-in closet room which had a monochrome white color, and saw his lover sitting in the chair near the bathroom door crying.

"Oh my God, honey..what are you doing?" he asked as he approached Phoebe.

Phoebe turned to Travis, quickly wiping away her tears. "Umm... nothing."

"But why are you crying?" asked Travis who was now crouching in front of Phoebe, holding her thighs and looking up at her worriedly. "Did I hurt you? Do you still regret what happened last night?"

Phoebe just shook her head.

"So what?" Travis asked wistfully. ."Is it because I talked about my client giving birth today?" he continued curiously.

Phoebe sighed, slowly nodding. She swallowed her saliva, and tried to hold back the tears but couldn't because the image of the miscarriage had come back to haunt her.