The Carter family was not always like this or should I say the couple.
Eight-teen Years Ago
Third person P.O.V.
Alex and Ariel were utterly smitten with each other until one night Ariel was taking a lovely stroll home from her shift at the Moui Fashion House in Town when a dark figure loomed over to her, and powerfully threw her into an alley and brutally raped her. She was hospitalized and medically treated for weeks. Alex had a lot of unexpressed anger towards himself. He pondered that maybe, just maybe if he had not stayed in work late that night finishing off some extra paperwork for his new award-winning case, and picked up his wife from work, this tragic incident would not have happened to his wife.
Yet, another week past by and Ariel was allowed to leave to hospital and go home to the comfort of her bed and her husband. Ever since she has left the hospital Alex treated her like a porcelain doll. He was fearful she would break down at any given moment. Ariel was so repulsed of what happened in that alley that unthinkable night, that she struggled and pushed away from her the people who wanted to be her support system, except for her dear Alex. They got through the circumstances together and this made them even closer than before.
Into three months of therapy, Ariel was feeling and looking much better from how she started. She was getting back to her 'normal self' gradually. And all this time, Alex never left her side. Some of the town's people applaud him for his loyalty, however, others turned their shoulders in judgement, but he didn't care. What he cared for was Ariel, and that was true love, or so they thought....
Early one morning Ariel jumped out of her side of the bed in such urgency and ran into the master bathroom. Alex weakened to the sounds of Ariel gagging and vomiting into their marble covered toilet. He held her hair out of her face, whispered encouraging words into her ear, and gently rubbed her back until he knew she was finished. He slowly helped and cleaned her up.
"Are you okay? Do you need me to carry you to the doctor?" Alex all but rushed out. Ariel whispered a quick no and concluded that it must have been some of the take-out food she ate late last night.
For the past week, every morning she has been emptying her stomach into that said toilet. Alex has had enough and demanded that she when to the doctor, so they booked an appointment to a private doctor right away. On arrival to the doctor's office, Ariel couldn't help her nerves as they grew in fright as the minutes and seconds lessen for their doctor's appointment. After multiple blood tests and medical tests on Ariel, the Carter couple parked themselves on the not so comfy white couch in the doctor's office nervously waiting for the results.
Doctor Paul excitingly walked into the room and dropped the bomb on them,
"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Carter you are going to be parents!"
Both Alex and Ariel forced a beaming smile, thanked the doctor, and were on their way home. The car ride was inaudible on the way home. Alex and Ariel knew why. Many might wonder off thinking that they didn't want any children or a child matter of fact, however, that was not the case.
Alex was not the father of that unborn child in his wife's stomach. Yes, they messed around after the incident, but they never had sex because Alex wanted to make sure Ariel was fully healed after all that has happened. That baby was her rapist child. When they arrived at their Victorian styled home Ariel went straight up-stairs, took a long steam bath and cried. She cried herself to sleep that night. Alex headed out of the house as soon as he saw that Ariel had entered the door, and went straight to the bar to drown himself in his sorrows. He wanted their first and the rest of their children to be his. Their first child was her rapist child.
This is the story of how love was lost.
