Dear Love Of Mine

Finding Out, Again

-Mitch-

I woke up at 5 am to puke. It was vicious. I grabbed a stick from the cabinet and held it above the toilet as I marked it with my urine.

I waited a few minutes before looking at it. Oh my god. I'm pregnant. Again.
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"There's definitely a baby in there." The doctor smiled at me, "Congrats boys."

"Are you excited?" I asked Scott in the car.

"Hell yes. I'm more than excited."

"I hope all goes well." I sighed and set my head against the window.

-1 Year Later-

I've had three miscarriages in the past year. Three. Maybe I'm just not meant to have kids. Maybe we shouldn't try anymore.

"Mitch." I heard Scott say to me as he drove us home. He grabbed my left hand and rubbed my ring. He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed the top.

"What?" I asked looking over at him. I had just received news of my third miscarriage.

"I think we should give it a break love. No more for a while."

"I know."

"It's tearing you apart. You were happy until this started happening."

"I know, Scott. You don't have to explain it to me." I set my head against the cold window.
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"I don't want to have sex Scott." I told him as he let go of my waist.

"I just wanted to cuddle with my husband. Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry. I'm just paranoid about getting, pregnant." Scott looked over at me and leaned forward to kiss me.

"I know love. It's scary for you, I understand that."

"I love you." I pecked his lips once more before cuddling into him.

"I love you too."