Pick me, Choose me, Love me

(9). ⚠Failed suicide

⚠️trigger warning if you are not comfortable reading about overdose, suicide or any of that do not read.⚠️

Jake's POV

Grinning from ear to ear...I asked her on another date. I shouldn't be this nervous it's not like I don't know how to date, even though my ex wife was the last person I ever dated. I still had my golden years of women throwing themselves at me, then Andrea got pregnant at 18.

As a young man just one year older than her all I could think at first was what the fuck am I going to do, I was unemployed with a pregnant girlfriend that my parents didn't even like. We had talked about it and she decided to terminate the pregnancy and as the supporting boyfriend I agreed.

I thought she was ok with it since she never really talked to me about it we had just went on with our lives like normal couples would. Then she turned 20 and I was 21 she got pregnant again, I had thought that now she was out of highschool that a child might be a possibility but she decided again to terminate the pregnancy. I asked her to marry me months after, because why not I thought maybe next time she gets pregnant we could start our family.

I loved and cared for her but she never talked about the two abortions after the second one we always used protection no matter what after that. Then after building both our careers, me as Creative Director at an advertising agency her as a pharmacist. We were in our 30's, I mean who wouldn't want kids? So To celebrate my thirty third birthday we had unprotected sex and it produced Jenny my beautiful daughter.

We were happy at first...then postpartum depression....

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"Drea where are you Jenny looks like she is hungry" I turn down the heat on the stove to run upstairs to my crying newborn. "I love your smile more than your tears Jenny" I coo I her ear while I go back to the kitchen to continue cooking with her in her high chair.

Walking to the kitchen I see Andrea's curly hair sticking up in the chair as her exhausted body sleeps I decide to just leave her be. "Well looks like you just needed your dad huh, you stopped crying" my joy is short lived as sweet sweet Jenny pukes right on daddy's clean shirt. Taking a paper towel from the counter I wipe away the excess vomit and sit her in her chair.

Shit the stove, I turn of the flame under the now burning dinner and head to get a change of clothes from the couch beside Drea where she had started folding them. Look at me half surviving, who would've thought.

"Drea I know you're tired but you gotta tell me where the pampers are, I think she did a number 2." I shake her body gently , still no wake. "Drea coke on you're not that tired come on wake up" I shake her slightly harder. "Drea this isn't funny" a bottle falls to the floor from her hands. "Drea-" tears now falling as scream her name to try and wake her.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"My wife I ...I think she overdosed on something I don't know what hurry please" my voice begins to break, "she can't leave us"

"Us? Who else is with you?"

"Our newborn " Jenny can't see her like this .

"Sir how long has she been unconscious ?"

"I don't know I was cooking and-" my voice is struggling to just talk. I should've known, i should've seen the signs.

"It's ok sir and ambulance should be there in two minutes or less"