Emelia and I started dating when we were both 23, our birthdays only a few months apart.
Emelia had anorexia when she was younger and was told she did enough damage to her body that she would never have kids.
It started with morning sickness, the first day it happened, I was still asleep. We have a bathroom connected to our bedroom and the sound of her throwing up awoke me.
I sat down beside her, held her hair, and patted her back. We brushed it off as we had sea food and now that I think about it, it seemed a little under cooked.
Then, her hunger increased. She started gaining weight. I only include that because we both sleep naked as we couldn't afford an air conditioner and it was summer.
I remember her taking her shirt off and there was a little bump. Not normal weight gain, a bump. She was a skinny woman so it was extremely noticeable.
I didn't say anything and went to sleep, cuddling Emelia.
The next day that I remember was a thursday, I was at my job, I work a boring desk job. 9-5. You get me? I got a phone call but my boss was in my cubicle so I ignored it.
As soon as he left, I received a text. It was from Emelia. "come home now please its an emergency".
Was she okay? Did something happen? I didn't even bother telling my boss I was leaving and rushed home.
When I got home, Emelia was sitting on a chair at the kitchen table. She was holding something, I couldn't see what it was. I noticed she was crying.
"Hunny, what's wrong?" She held up the stick and told me she was pregnant. I had to sit down.
Imagine our surprise when the doctor told us that she was carrying a dead fetus. She really did damage her body in her teen years, the doctor said.
Imagine my surprise three days later, coming home from work. I called out for Emelia, but heard nothing. I walked upstairs and heard the bath running.
Good, she's doing something to distract and relax herself, I thought.
Imagine my surprise when I walked in, saw an overfilling tub, and my sweet Emelia with her wrists cut.