𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 (𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

1960𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

⚠️🅃🅁🄸🄶🄶🄴🅁🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶: 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⚠️

Because of our successfully from our album we get performances in TV shows with our song "I got you babe" and interviews. This is so amazing and I love that feeling.
In the next years we make new albums and they are successful too.
In our private life works it well too. We marry in Mexico and I'm so happy.
We not marry on a beach, we marry in our hotelroom. We change our rings there and our marriage is official.
After a while we decide to get a child. But the dream come never true.
I sit on the bed and I'm pregnant in the 25 pregnancy week. Unfortunately I lost three babies already and I hope it happens not again. The fearness to lost a child again is big.
I watch TV, news and movies. The doctor told me I should make bedrest so that the risks is not high to lose a child again. This would be a nightmare for me. Suddenly I get a weird feeling in my intim place. It feels wet and immediately I get panic. I think its happens again, so I stand up. And oh God.. I know it..I have a miscarriages again. On my sheet is blood again and that's why I run to the bath. Automatically are in my eyes tears. I just want that I haven't a miscarriage again. I turn on the light from the bath and blood is running down my legs. I must go to the hospital but I can't. I break down on the floor even though there is everywhere blood on the floor. Tears are rolling down on my cheeks and I whimper really loud. I try to scream Sonny so that we can drive to the hospital

"Sonny...Sonny!!"

My voice is broken but loud. I hear running steps and Sonny is coming in. He look at me and he don't say a word. I think he knows already that this happens again. I stretch my arms out to him and my face is full with tears. As I stand up I whimper again. I lie my hand on my face and Sonny tries to walk out with me from the bathroom. He whispers

"Come..we go.."

Few hours later I lie on the hospital bed. The doctor did an ultrasound on me and it the nightmare is real. My baby is dead....the 4th one...I just want cry and I have guilty feelings. What did I wrong? I'm a bad mother? Tears are rolling down endless on my cheeks.
I want that Sonny is on my side and I feel alone. I'm here because my baby was removed from my stomach. My stomach hurt but that the 4th baby is dead too hurts more so that the pains from the stomach is almost not here.
The door knocks. I say nothing and I look to the door. Sonny is coming in and I'm glad that he is there. He sits next to me and I break out in tears. I lean my head against his arm

"What did I wrong Sonny? I shit up as a mum and I can't prevent that that this baby is alive again."

I sobs and press my face against his arm. Sonny strokes over my back and kisses on my forehead

"You did nothing wrong...promise me...we can try it again..."

I try to remove my tears and answer:

"But then happens again and again...I can't do that Sonny...and this baby would be a girl! A wonderful girl and now she is away ."

My tears are coming again and Sonny hugs me stronger. I feel that he sniffs with his nose and look in his eyes. He has tears too and I'm glad that he feels like me.

"I'm so happy that you are with me here...this is my only wish now."

Sonny kisses me on my forehead and says nothing. I think the silentness is good for us.

Even though I don't want pregnant again we try it afresh. I'm pregnant again and the doctor told me to make a strict bedrest. I'm afraid meanwhile the pregnancy that this baby died again. But my fearness was not the reality. 9 months later I born a wonderful girl and I name her Chasity. I'm so happy, we are finally to third now. Chasity is a precious girl and I try to care of her like a real mother...