Ink POV
I was about six months pregnant. Error was even more excited and I was a bit nervous. I've never done this before. Taking care of a kid I mean. It seems scary.
I woke up with Error by me and his arm around me. I kissed his cheek. He woke up.
He smiled at me and kissed me. It felt nice. I wanted to check his arms but he didn't want me to. He said he was fine but I know when he's lying.
"How are you today?" He asked, sliding his hand to my stomach most likely to feel the baby.
"No sickness so-" I threw up all over the floor.
  "...clearly."
  He told me to stay put as he cleaned it up. I got to see his arms. He had more cuts. All of them new.
  I tried to be quiet but inevitably I started crying. I tried covering my mouth so he wouldn't hear me. He did. When he finished he hugged me.
  "Hey, hey what's wrong?" He asked. "I didn't mind cleaning it. Well, I mean, it wasn't pleasant but-"
  "You cut yourself again." I said.
  He now looked scared.
  "Why? Why the hell do you do this?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.
   "I... uh... I-I don't think you wanna hear it.."
  "I do, Error. I really do. Because I don't want you hurting yourself."
  Tears would not stop going down my face. He tried hugging me but I would not let him have me forget this.
  "Ok... ok..." I stared at him. "Ink, listen... I cut myself to feel... anything really. After I get happy then comes a lack of feeling and it's... it's scary. So, I cut myself. I usually feel pain when I do. It isn't anyone's fault but mine. And once I started well... I just couldn't stop."
  He wiped away my tears.
  I hugged him tightly. He hugged back.
  "...please try not to..."
  "I promise."