“Please don’t go.” His tears spill down her body and mix with her pouring belly. “I need to hold you just a little longer. A little longer. Please.” She lets loose a small bubble of sound—half sigh, half howl, so torn and beautiful in its anguish—and she kisses his knuckles.
“Okay. Hold tight. Tight as you can.”
And he holds his wife. He holds her and holds her.