His touch. That’s what she needed at this time. It was all she wanted. Ever.

She had always responded well to the feel of his flesh on hers. It fed her needs, met her desires. And right now she craved the warmth of his body. His touch chased away her fears and worries and brought a sense of elation, then a sense of serenity. It locked out the world. It was all she would ever need.  

But now, when she needed him most, there was no touch. He was distant, grieving in his own way the loss of their firstborn.