I saw this really interesting tumblr prompt of making drabbles in which I have to include little phrases—like the 'I am sorry' of this one?—so I decided I would do it with The Lunar chronicles' characters. I have like a hundred prompts, so this is going to be a very large story. However, they are not in chronological order, nor they have to have any type of connection between them, if that makes sense to you guys.

I hope you like them!

That dawn, Ze'ev didn't feel anyone beside him, like every morning; he was all alone in the big bed, covered in black sheets and a white duvet. It was a very cold winter, that year, and he usually like Scarlet's body heat. But that morning she wasn't there.

And he kind of panicked.

It had been a really bad week for the two of them, especially for her. And he didn't know how to comfort her, how to calm her, how to be a good husband in rough times. Ze'ev tried, though; he tried to fetch her a blanket when he saw her cold, he tried to kiss her in the right moment, he tried to be quiet when the time required it.

But maybe it hadn't been enough; maybe Scarlet had realised how damned she would be if she stayed with him. She could have realised that she deserved better than a man who was part wolf that couldn't even bite her lips a little bit while kissing because he would make them bleed.

Because there where thousands of pretty, normal boys out there who wanted her desperately— and who could blame them, truly.

Ze'ev sat straight, closing his eyes, because it all might be a bad dream, a really awful nightmare. When he opened them again, she was still not there; he felt tears in the corner of his eyes, but he wasn't crying. He wasn't crying.

When he went to the living room, he found her there, sleeping on the sofa, covered only by a really thin sheet.

Taking off his shoes, so he wouldn't make any noise, he fetched the duvet from their bed and covered Scarlet with it, a wave of relieve crushing him. She hadn't abandoned him, after all. How could he have thought that?

"Ze'ev?" Scarlet murmured, and the noted how painful her voice was; something was wrong with her. Why would she sleep on the sofa, having a big, warm bed?

He faced her, sitting on his knees so he could see her better. He upped her cheek, forced a smile, and that was when he saw her puffy, red eyes. She let out a sob. "I am sorry," she cried. "This is my fault. This is my fault. I'm so sorry."

He stared at her, blankly, until he realised what she was talking about. He muttered, "Oh," and tried to think what to say because there was really nothing he could say to comfort her, not when she was so sad. So destroyed. He has destroyed. "It was not your fault," he only managed to say.

He searched for her hand under the sheet and entwined his fingers with hers, attempting to comfort her. But he wasn't good with words, and Scarlet needed words. A tear streamed down her face, and he wiped it away.

"I am the only one who can't have one," she muttered, her voice unsteady. Ze'ev hold her hand tighter. "Cinder has two. Winter has just had one. Cress has three, and Thorne commed me and said they want another child. And I am the broken one who can't even have one."

Now he felt worst, because she thought it was her fault, and that was ridiculous. "Scarlet, love, listen to me," he said, strong. Her eyes reflected his own. "The babies we lost were not lost because of you, okay? They weren't lost because of you. You didn't have anything, anything, to do with it. So don't blame yourself."

"We can try again," Scarlet said, and she sounded as hopeful as a child asking for a sweet.

This time, he was sure what his answer would be. "Oh, we can't. I'm not putting you in more danger, love."

He bowed a little and hugged her, then felt his shoulder wet with her tears.

Ze'ev closed his eyes and saw the first time she started to bleed, after two months of pregnancy; he had been so scared of losing her, so scared she would not exit that hospital room alive. The second time, after three months of pregnancy, when the doctor said they could try only one more time, he had been reluctant. But Scarlet had insisted, because he wanted to be like the other girls, with all that children running around their legs, calling them 'Mommy'. She got pregnant one more time, and they never told anyone, just in case. Six months passed, and everything was okay, and they started preparing a little room for the baby, and she started bleeding, one more time.

"We can adopt, then," she mumbled, then broke the embrace. They looked at each other for a while and Ze'ev finally kissed her on the mouth, Scarlet cupping his face with her hands.

He felt her small, beautiful smile against his lips, and that made him a really happy man.

"Of course we can," he agreed.