The next evening... September 5... Monday...

I'd had fun with Chuck, and Eric was right. There was something between us, but whatever it was couldn't be continued. Eric was the one loved more, and wanted to be with.

I'd had to get up at my usual time for work at seven, since it was a week day, also known as a business day.

Then when I got off work, I went home to Eric, Tianna and Kalika.

"How was Chuck?" Eric asked me with a smirk as I walked in the door.

"It was- good. I guess. I'd still rather have you." I replied honestly. Chuck had been a lot more than good, but Eric was at the top of perfect.

"I was hoping so, because I still love you. I always will."

"I love you too. I also always will."

He hugged me, and we stood in each other's arms for a few moments.

"Want to take a shower?" I asked him sexily.

"The babies are sound asleep, so hell yeah!"

We did, and it was great. Soapy shower sex. Besides the water giving me issues getting wet, it was one of the best things.

September 10... Saturday...

Today Eric and I had went shopping with our parents. We'd brought Kalika along, and Tianna was with Chuck, also shopping.

"Jenny, what do you think of this shirt?" Lily asked me, holding up a purple shirt with long sleeves.

I looked at it for a moment. "It's a maternity shirt."

"That doesn't matter. It would be extremely comfortable, and if you ever have another baby, it would be extra useful."

"Mom, don't even start pushing more grandkids. We just had one two months ago!" Eric reminded her. He sounded nervous. What was I missing here?

"That's not what I was saying. I meant if you have another baby in a few years. No time soon."

"Eric, can I talk to you?" I whispered to him, and pulled him into the corner of the store.

"What is this about?"

"You sound nervous. What's wrong?" I asked, taking his hands in mine.

"Nothing."

"Stop lying to me. Can I see your arms?"

"Jen-"

"Please?"

"You're not going to like it-"

"I don't care! I want to see!"

"Whatever." Eric agreed, holding his arms in front of him.

I carefully rolled his sleeves up.

He was right. I didn't like what I saw.

On top of the old scars, were some new cuts. Not as many as there had been last time, thank god. But he was still cutting. Rather, he'd started again. His arms had been clean last week when we'd showered together.

I felt my eyes filling up with tears, and then two spilled over.

I pulled Eric's sleeves back down and pulled him into a hug.

"Do you know why you did it this time?"

"I just felt lonely. I don't know why."

"You have your family, but you still felt lonely. It made you feel the need to hurt yourself. Babe? I think your depression is taking a relapse." I admitted.

"I don't think it's a big deal. It'll be better in a few days."

"Stop trying to act like it doesn't matter. It does matter! If it gets worse, I won't know! If it gets bad enough, you'll try to kill yourself again! No one wants that to happen! I can't let you get fooled into thinking it would make things better. I love you, and I'm saying this through love, but Eric, I think you should see a doctor."

"I really don't think it's going to get worse."

"But don't you want it to get better?"

"I've had stages like this before, many times, and it always got better."

"If you got some help, maybe the stages would stop. Just please listen to me! If you want me to, I could go with you." I offered.

"Fine."

"Fine, as in you'll go to a doctor?"

"Sure. I'll let you test your theory."

"Ok, thank you. I don't like you being sad. I especially don't like you hurting yourself. Now we need to go back to our parents before they get tired of waiting with Kalika."

"Is everything alright?" Dad asked when we went back over to where they were.

"We had something we needed to talk about, but we did and everything will be fine soon." I told him.

"Jen, when you first told me you were pregnant with Tianna, I wasn't sure if you were ready to be an adult. Then she was born and I realized you're a great mother. When you told me you and Eric were engaged, I was unsure you were ready to be a wife. Then you got married, and I knew you were made for each other, but I still wasn't convinced you were ready to be married. Now, seeing you two talk things out like the mature young adults you are, and how well you two handled having your baby, I know you're ready."

"Well, I guess we're ready. And it's so weird not being teenagers anymore. Like, Eric, you're almost 19!"

"You'll be 19 in April." He reminded me.

"It's so weird though."

"That it is." Eric agreed.

September 16... Friday... 1:30 pm...

I'd gotten out of work early to go to Eric's psychiatrist appointment with him.

He was being asked to fill out a bunch of tests and surveys. I was asked to fill out one about how he behaved, talked about his feelings, and what things I'd noticed or known about him.

We were done there around three in the afternoon. I insisted we should get ice cream afterwards. We stopped by our parents' to get the girls. Dad didn't want them to go. He really wanted them to stay the night. We let them, since they seemed content there. I ran home and brought back some milk I'd pumped for Kalika, and some diapers and pajamas for them both. We had to make sure they had everything.

Since we had some free time, Eric and I went on a dinner date at a Chinese food place.

When we went home, we didn't fool around. Instead, we watched some movies and cuddled. It was nice and relaxing.

September 21... Wednesday...

I left work early again because the results of the surveys we'd done were finalized, and now we had to take action.

The results showed that Eric's depression was most definitely in the process of a relapse, and he was also suffering from anxiety.

He was given some papers to take to his doctor to have filled out so they could put him on the best medication for his situation. To go through with that, we stopped by the doctors and scheduled an appointment.

September 24... Saturday...

Eric asked me to go along to his appointment at the doctors also, and I did.

Filling out the papers didn't take very long, and then he got his regular checkup while we were there.

Once that was through, we had to schedule another appointment at the psychiatrist.

September 26... Monday...

I went into work late after Eric's appointment. In that appointment, they wrote him prescriptions for two different pills. We would go pick them up from the pharmacy the next morning.