we built this city on broken glass

Their home had been nothing short of busy, of late. Frost having become distinctly used to coming home to Micah and Isabella racing about the house in some fit of energy from which they never seemed to tire. Nadya, in turn, despite her pregnancy, seemed in an eternally good mood. Those hormones, Frost had decided, were decidedly positive things. Nadya, of late, seeming distinctly happy with the world at large. Alexis, meanwhile, continued to come and go from the house as she saw fit. The young woman, slowly, beginning to grasp the extent of the human world until Frost found himself less inclined to watch over her so intently as he had done before. His Beta having rapidly become a decidedly confident, capable woman. Frost had seen little need to inform Nadya of his Mothers plans to visit and stay for a week or so, the equine content to allow that visit to be something of a surprise. His Mother and his mate had, after all, gotten on well within Iceland. Frost assured the two women find each other no less companionable back within the city. Any efforts to keep Nadya's pregnancy hidden from his Mother however had proven all but impossible. Katrin having commented upon it with delight near the moment she had seen Nadya before sweeping her up in a joyous hug. Frost, in his usual demeanor was far more inclined to accept that far less ...exuberant hug. The equine far more content with those more subtle displays of emotion. Even from his own mother. Katrin, in her wisdom, so hardly pushing her son before she hurried inside to see Micah and Isabella. Near her entire life had been spent with those women and children and babies. Katrin so instantly comfortable with just those things once more. Nadya, in turn, seeming to relish in having another woman whom had experienced those very matters of childbirth to speak with. Frost, more often than not, content to leave them to that conversation. Women's business he was sure. Katrin content to laugh at him each time he left the room.

That day had proven nothing short of busy. Nadya and the twins had been eager to show Katrin about that city, Katrin in turn had been delighted to see so much of the world she had missed. Frost, for his part, had been equally content to escourt that small group about. It was....pleasing to him, to see his mother so delighted, after the life she had lived. She surely deserved but every bit of that freedom and that chance relish within it. Katrin was affectionate with Nadya and the children in turn, both women seeming satisfied in one another's company- even if that satisfaction so often resulted in his Mothers colourful tales of his own childhood. Frost frowning more then once at those shared stories he was assured Nadya had no interest in hearing and yet his mate seemed to find no shortage of amusement in. Katrin careful, with each tale, not to leave out those difficulties of their situation within that facility and yet too- she hardly dwelled upon them. His Mother nothing short of a practical person in every sense. A realist, much like Frost himself even if he so often failed to see those similarities. "Rikarour was never a poorly behaved child, no, but he was challenging at times. He was clever, he worked things out quickly but rarely gave any indication that he had. He'd act on them before I could stop him! He was always quiet but I learned quiet meant he was simply thinking. He often had questions I couldn't answer. He used to throw tantrums about the strangest things though. I remember-"

"I can hear you."
"I know you can hear us, it is your choice if you listen. I am enlightening your mate."
"Does she need enlightening? We have lived together for a long time, Mother."
"All the more reason to enlighten."

Frosts own eyes rolled lightly and yet that faintest touch of a simper found his lips all the same as Katrin and Nadya walked further ahead, deep within that conversation once more. Frost, this time, content to trail behind and keep an eye upon Micah and Isabella before they made their way home. Katrin was nothing short of willing to take Micah and Isabella for the following morning. Frost still inclined to find himself curious over these...appointments and just what those doctors so deemed necessary to look at. Frost had retired earlier to his room then usual that evening. The stallion making several phone calls required to organise that training session Alexander had decided upon for the following evening. It was only once that work had been taken care of that Frost had all but collapsed back and onto his bed with that book in hand to wait for Nadya. The snowy-haired man having remained an avid reader for near most of his life. Nadya's appearance in that silken slip that clung to her figure was nothing short of enticing. His mate having assured him, several times over, that those intimate activities were hardly dangerous for her pregnancy. Frost hardly willing not to take advantage of that dstinctly increased sex-drive his mate seemed to have found.

Frost hardly woke, those hours later, when Nadya stirred behind him. The snowy-haired stallion, of late, having slowly began to sleep more deeply. His Mothers presence down the hall perhaps an added security. Frost content in the knowledge of just where she was and her continued safe well-being. That sudden shout from the bathroom however readily seemed to prompt the stallion into wakefulness, that near urgent tug upon that pack bond equally as rousing as Frost sat near instantly upright, several of those affinities rushing forward in that sudden and ready need to defend that pack agianst whatever danger had prompted that scream from his mate. The scent of that blood was, perhaps, the first true indication of that distress Frost had become aware of. His violet gaze shifted sideways to eye that blood stained place on the bed beside him. His mind, still sluggish with sleep,rapidly attempting to understand its presence there. Frost reached easily for his boxer shorts, the man slipping them on before striding across and toward that bathroom.

"Nadya? Are you alright?"

Blood, of any kind, was surely not a positive sign in any fashion, that sense of dread readily gripping at his very chest as he hurried into that room. The blood all the more present now upon his mates thighs and hands. Frost's gaze shifted from Nadya to that blood and back again. He had ...seen this before and yet it had been so long ago he could barely remember. The mares had dealt with it then. His own knowledge of it distinctly limited and yet that very dread clutched even more firmly at his chest. Frost distinctly determined to prevent that worry from becoming visibly clear upon his features as he reached for that far larger bath towel to wrap gently about Nadya then.

"I will get Mother. I will be just a moment and I will be right back."

He offered those words as smoothly and calmly as always. Frost affording his mate another glance before hurrying from that room to run down that hall and toward that bedroom his Mother slept it. Frost hardly bothered for the formalities of knocking in that moment, that bedroom door thrown open as Katrin sat up hurriedly within her own bed, a look of alarm upon her own features before that simple utterance that Nadya required her saw the woman hurry from the room. That flurry of activity that followed was very near a blur, Frost commanded to wait outside that bathroom as Katrin rushed to embrace Nadya before reaching for more of those towels, the sound of the shower running and the steam from that water filled the bathroom a moment later as Frost lingered by the door. He was distinctly ...unused o that feeling of helplessness. The Alpha so entirely used to being in control of near any and every situation. That worry that clawed at his chest was ...new, uncomfortable and quick to tug at an abnormal irritability. His words almost a demand.

"What is going on? Is she alright? Is it a-"

He was so hardly required to finish that sentence. His Mother insisting that it was exactly as he believed. Miscarraige was.....not uncommon in that home he had come from and yet a miscarriage this late in a pregnancy was surely more so. Frost had seen several women suffer that same fate in his time and yet he had been younger, hardly connected to those pregnancies and more often the not shuffled off and out of the room by the women. The often pathetic stallion, in that moment, hardly assured of those emotions that turned within him. That desire to protect Nadya was distinctly strong and yet.....he could hardly shield her from this. There was no enemy to protect her from. That cascade of emotion that ran rampant through that pack bond was near suffocating and yet he allowed himself to feel it all the same. Frost struggling decidedly to express but any of those emotions despite his desire to. That immediate need to assure Nadya would recover overriding any thought, in that moment, for that unborn child. "Frost?" His mother's voice, in that moment, prompted his attention again. Frost shifted forward to linger in the doorway of that bathroom then. Come and sit with her, I will phone for an ambulance to take her to the emergency room, she will be fine but she needs to see a doctor. Katrin held Nadya to her gently once more before muttering something quietly to her and stepping out of the room, leaving Frost to take her place. The white-haired man momentarily eyeing that blood-stained bathroom. That singular red colour seeming to mark so very much of his life. Frost, for now, casting aside those very thoughts as a soft sigh fell from his lips. Comforting others was hardly his ...forte. Frost so often lacked the words, despite his efforts, to bring any true comfort to those around him. Those matters of emotion often distinctly difficult for him and yet this......this was surely far harder on Nadya. That being he cared about.....most. Frost determined to try

"Im sorry, Naja."

His arms reached gently out toward her then, Frost wrapping his arms softly around her before pulling her gently agianst him in that quiet embrace. This, for now, all he could truly offer.

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