Let's just clarify that in this story, E and J are the same height. It would be awkward any other way.

The next week... July 17th...

Everything was going well. The dress was still not perfect though. We were working on it.

Eric and I had went looking for an apartment together a few days ago. We decided to stay in Manhattan so we wouldn't be far from our family. After a while, we found one that was perfect for us. We started signing papers for it as soon as possible. Chuck managed to pull a few loopholes for us, so we had the apartment in three days. Now we were working on furniture and things for it. We planned to move in there officially after our honeymoon.

The honeymoon. The wedding was set for August 13, on the beach at 1:00 pm. The reception would be at 3, and go until 9, when we would get on a private jet to Trinidad.

Or at least that's what we had planned up until something happened.

I'd went to our apartment, to work on setting up Tianna's room there. Eric would be there in about an hour. I'd been working on putting sheets in Tianna's crib when it happened. I felt something. Something in my private area. It wasn't just a little bit either. I looked down at my white pants. Blood. It was blood. I was bleeding. I ran to the bathroom, forgetting that I had just mopped the floor. I slipped and fell. I banged my my head on the floor. Everything went black.

Later...

I woke up in the hospital. Eric was sitting by me.

"Jen- you're awake." He seemed glad, but scared at the same time.

"What happened? I was bleeding."

"Yeah, I know. The doctors are doing some tests. They need to do an ultrasound."

"The baby!" I exclaimed with fear, making my voice icy.

A few minutes later, my doctor came in the room and sat the machine up.

Eric took my hand.
The doctor turned the machine on. She put it to my lower stomach.
She turned it a couple times and moved it around a bit. The look on her face wasn't good.

"Jenny, Eric. There's no heartbeat." She told us apologetically. I exploded into tears and covered my face with my hands.
Eric was also crying, just not as hard. He put his hand on my shoulder. He gently put his arms all the way around me and hugged me.

We sat like that for some time.

The next day...

I'd been released. All the tests they did on me showed that I was fine. Why did we lose our baby though? It made no sense.

I'd overheard Chuck talking to Eric, telling him to be extra careful with me, since losing a baby was hard and he didn't know if I could take it the second time around. Normally, I would've been pissed, but what he said was true.

We'd never told anyone else about the baby, so we didn't tell them we lost it. I felt like they didn't need to know.

2 weeks later... July 31st...

It didn't feel like I could take it the second time around. Chuck was right. Part of me felt worthless, since my body had failed at supporting two different fetuses. Part wanted to just be alone for a while, and sleep until I felt better. The other part, it just wanted to be around people again, but I didn't know how to tell them how I felt. I didn't know how to talk to them again, after two weeks of telling them to go away.

I hadn't even been able to spend overly much time with Tianna. I could feed her straight from myself every few days, and I still pumped for her and put her to sleep some nights, but that was about all I could take.

I'd been sitting on my bed when they came in my room. Eric and Chuck.

"Jenny, what are you feeling, right now?" Eric asked me gently, as he sat beside me and took my hand. He sounded worried.

"I don't- I can't- just, I don't know how to explain it." I admitted, my voice weak from not using it often.

"It's that bad, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded, looking away, ashamed. Eric carefully pulled me into a hug as I started to cry again. "I know how you feel. I've been there." He whispered to me, hugging me tighter.

"Eric- I love you." I choked, pressing myself into the hug.

"I love you more." He replied.

"Can we go to the living room?" I asked him.

"Of course, why did you ask?"

"Just- I haven't left my room in a few days. And I'm sorta scared of what they'll say." I told him, referring to our family.

"Jen, they'll be supportive. It's ok."

He helped me up, put his arm around me and opened the door for me. Chuck followed us out.

My dad and Lily looked surprised to see me. They looked scared of me. What the fuck? I pulled Eric into the bathroom with me and looked in the mirror. So that's what they were scared of. I was a total wreck. My hair was a mess, there were practically black spots under my eyes, my lips were cracked, I was paler than snow, my eyes were bloodshot and I had gotten too thin. I hadn't felt like eating, so I didn't much. I didn't think it was that bad. Now I could see that it was worse than bad.

I went back out to the living room.

"Jenny. How are you?" My dad asked awkwardly.

"Tired."

I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen and got some water. On my way back to the couch, my dad whispered to Eric "Is she pregnant?" thinking I couldn't hear.
I felt the tears build up again. I sat the water on the counter, ran to my room, slid some shoes on, and ran to the elevator, crying.
Eric ran after me as I went into the elevator.

"Jenny, it's ok. He didn't know-" He started, getting ready to hug me again.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I shouted, pushing his arms away from me.

We rode the rest of the way down to the lobby in silence.
When we got there, I ran to the door, and outside.

I walked down the street, covering my face with my hands.

"Jenny! Slow down!" Eric called after me.

I stopped straight in my path and sat against the building, not caring that I was in a short, babydoll nightgown.

Eric sat down next to me and took my hand in his. Then he looked at my thigh, and his eyes grew full of fear.

"It's really bad, isn't it?" He asked, putting his hand by the cuts I'd put on my leg.

"It was. But I want it to get better."

"Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No! It's not that bad. I think I just had a hard time. Can you help me be alive again?"

"Yes, of course. I'll always be here for you, to help you with anything. Where do you want to start?"

I didn't respond. Instead, I turned to him, put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him, starting gentle, and then getting intense. He stopped me.

"What?" I questioned him.

"Don't you think you should get a little stronger first?" He pointed out, referring to the weight I'd lost.

"No, I'm fine. Please?" I begged, pulling him closer.

"Ok, but we're being careful." He agreed, and kissed me.

We went to The Empire and got a room, since our parents were at the other house, and our bedroom at our house wasn't ready yet.

Things were finally getting better again.