Today Could've Been The Next Day of The Rest Of Your Life [for vowedtostay]

[traumatized]

He's in a meeting with a visiting Orlesian general when Josephine comes into his office. He can tell by her expression the news is anything but good, she excuses him and takes over the negotiations so he can head to the chambers he shares with his wife and their little boy, Cai. He was only a few days old, and very small and precious. They had hired the best healers they could find to take care of him, he visited the Chantry every day to pray for his survival.

He had never wanted a family, never dared to hope for one but now that had one? He wants to keep them no matter what.

When he gets into the chamber his stomach drops and he can tell by the expression on Betrys' face what happened -- that he's too late to say goodbye to his first child. He swallows thickly, trying to steady himself before he finally speaks. He doesn't want to make this harder for her.

"What happened?"

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[vowedtostay]

"All right." The longer she looks at him, though, the more she remembers that they'll have to turn his beautiful little face to ashes. It hurts more than anything, realizing that soon, there won't even be a body--only the memory of his struggling little breaths and the way holding him to her breast felt so warm and right.

She has to turn her face away, burying it in Cullen's shoulder, at those thoughts.

[traumatized]

He closes his own eyes, tightly holding her. He wishes he could reassure her, tell her everything is going to be alright but right now? It feels as if nothing could ever be right again.

And that hurts deeply in his chest.

[vowedtostay]

It doesn't feel like his embrace helps, exactly, but she knows she'd feel worse if she were here alone, without him at her side. And so it must, even if she still feels like she could break down and weep.

"He looked like you." More than anything, she's afraid she'll forget all the tiny details of Cai's face. "A nose just like yours."

[traumatized]

"And hair just like yours, but curlier."

He's not sure he'll ever forget. Instead he's pretty sure the image will be burned into his memories, to be included in the nightmares that already plague him most nights.

[vowedtostay]

"He was such a handsome little boy." And so much potential. Her throat feels like it's closing up, growing hard and cutting inside her body. Her voice shrinks to a strained whisper. "It's not fair, Cullen."

[traumatized]

"It's not. I don't know why the Maker would do this." Hadn't they both endured enough? Why put them through this?

[vowedtostay]

"He works in ways we can't understand now." That's what she's always been told, and she's believed it, too. It's incredibly hard not to respond with it isn't His fault but mine, though; her instinctive reaction is still to blame herself and her failure to carry the baby long enough for his lungs to grow. Her voice drops low, admitting something that hurts to say. "But that was easier to believe a few days ago."

[traumatized]

"It will become easier to believe again, though I know it doesn't seem like that now."

Cullen has suffered many horrors and while this beats all of them he's not sure he can afford to lose his faith now. Not when he needs it most.

[vowedtostay]

"I hope so." For all she's studied and prayed, she can't seem to remember anything to comfort her right now. All she has is Cullen's promise here and now. "We'll get through this. We have to."

They've lost enough already. She doesn't want to lose him as well.

[traumatized]

"We will. Together."

They've lost too much already, they have to get through this together if they're going to get through it at all.

[vowedtostay]

"I love you." She's not sure if she's talking to her husband. Perhaps both of them--if one can be said to speak to a body whose soul has already begun its journey back to the Maker. She hopes Cai doesn't have to travel through the Fade for more than a moment or two. The thought of him lost there, wandering for want of his mother and father...her heart clenches. She can't think about that right now.

Betrys reaches for one of Cullen's hands, wanting to feel his fingers entwined with hers. "What now?"

[traumatized]

"For now, we keep to ourselves. Eventually we'll have to talk to the public but for today Josephine can handle that."

They deserve some privacy after everything else they've gone through.

[vowedtostay]

"And tomorrow..." Maker, she'll have to say something. The people at Skyhold will be clamouring for some kind of comment; she remembers just how excited everyone was for the baby in the first place. Betrys sighs, squeezing his hand. "I suppose we'll see tomorrow when it comes."

[traumatized]

"Exactly. We'll take it one day at a time." He thinks that's the best anyone can do in such a situation.

[vowedtostay]

Betrys nods. One day at a time...and today, they'll rely on each other. "Would you like to stay here, or..."

[traumatized]

"Just a little while longer." He finally says when he can find words.

[vowedtostay]

"Of course." Part of her wants to say no, we need to go, take me away from this--but there's nowhere they can go that their son's death won't follow. She presses her cheek against his shoulder, burying her face against him. "As long as you want, darling."

[traumatized]

And with that they'll stay like that until one of them can manage to tear themselves away, however long that takes