A week had passed. A week had passed since I had lost our baby or rather caused it's death. And day after day the guilt was eating me up knowing that I was the one who killed my own baby - even if it wasn't an actual baby yet. I remember what had happened the morning after I had taken that tea, waking up with my body entwined with the man I love: my Jason.
He was already staring at me and his eyes shone with love - his eyes only showed his emotions when we were together and alone which made me feel even more special to see his true emotions. His hand was lazily running through my hair, onto my bare back and my body snuggled against his, a content sigh leaving my lips as our naked bodies were pressed together - we hadn't 'mated' the night before because according to Jason I still needed t
