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A/N: I am not a doctor. Anything you read during this chapter is purely fictional and may not be accurate so keep that in mind.
A Few Days Later......
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These past few days have been a rollercoaster of emotions to say the least, and it hasn't been getting any easier than the day everything went down, especially for Jordan.
For me, the cruel thing about all of this is simply the fact that I didn't even get a chance to be happy about the pregnancy because when I found out, it merely wasn't an option anymore and that's what sucks. I would've been ecstatic to know that my family was expanding with the woman I love. Though what I hate the most about the situation is that I can't take any of the pain away from Jordan. I could always distract myself with work or be with the twins but Jordan has to be stuck in bed—having bleeding and cramping as a constant reminder of what she has lost—of what we have lost.
Everyone has been trying to comfort her by cuddling her and pitching in when they're needed the most. It seems to be doing its job because Jordan always seems content when one of us is next to her. Valentina has also been calling everyday since I told her about everything and she's been more than helpful. She's gone as far as to make us food and drop it off to us so we wouldn't have to stress about what to make for lunch or dinner.
I have the best sister, really.
Speaking of sisters, Bellamy and Bay have also been amazing helpers for us all as they continue to keep us strong. They constantly show their mamá compassion, always making sure that she's okay and comfortable. If Jordan needs anything they're the first to volunteer to take care of her which I find very sweet. It's absurd how Jordan was so afraid of them seeing her like this and yet they couldn't care less how she looked. As long as she was home with them and they could take care of her, it was all that mattered to them. Now anytime Bellamy or Bay do the simplest of things for her, Jordan is always brought to tears at how helpful and wonderful they truly are to her, especially with them only being just five years old. Though she shouldn't be so surprised as she's raised them for most of their lives and taught them the blueprint of being a good person.
We have the most amazing kids—there is no denying that.
It was six in the morning when I was startled awake by the awful sound of someone emptying their guts in the toilet. I groaned with displeasure, half asleep when I felt around for Jordan, only to notice that the warm spot on her pillow beside me was freezing cold and empty. As soon as the coolness of the spot sent waves of shocks in my hand, something finally clicked in my brain.
Jordan wasn't next to me.
I ran into our shared bathroom with incredible speed. You probably would've been able to call me 'The Flash' at the fast rate I was running. The sight of Jordan kneeling with her head in the toilet as she weakly tried to hold herself up broke my heart. I hated seeing her so sick. At superhero speed, I made my way to her and held her box braids back with one of my hands while my other gently rubbed her back in circular motions. No words were exchanged between us when she finished, or when I helped clean her up but I could tell she appreciated the help when she subtly laid her head on my shoulder out of exhaustion.
