I start running as I hear a knocking on the door, I run into the bathroom locking it holding a knife, I scream. 'Don't kill me please!' I look down at my belly as I hear a louder knock. . .it's fucking the door, I get up trying to escape and scream clawing at the window, I yell. 'I'll get rid of it! Don't touch me!' I break down crying harder. 'Don't touch me!' I scream holding onto my body letting go of the knife. . .I hear the door give and open and someone hold me in their arms carrying me to something. . .

I wake up panting grabbing onto my chest. 'Where am I?!' Craig sits up with June in his arms and my mum sitting next to him, I ask. 'What happened?!' Craig sighs. 'The doctor says you had an episode.' I ask. 'Episode? Where am I?' Craig looks at me than my mum, my mum sighs. 'You'll probably be able to explain it better.' She takes June as I sit there confused. 'Craig? What happened?' 

He grabs my hand. 'I came over since we had a date, I knocked a bit too hard on the door and I started hearing screaming, I got worried and I hear stuff like "don't touch me" "I'll get rid of it" I remembered that he started getting really abusive around the time you got pregnant. . .I was assuming that you were implying our child so I kicked the door down and found you twitching on the bathroom floor with a knife. . .we're in a hospital right now and a psychiatrist is coming to see if you're ok.' I ask. 'Why am I in a hospital then?' He answers. 'You were breathing way too fast, I thought you were going to have a heart attack.' 

I nod. 'I'm sorry. . .' Craig kisses my hand looking at me with those beautiful eyes. 'It's fine, you're safe now.' I groan. 'You know this is going to happen again. . .' Craig shrugs kissing my forehead. 'I don't care, I love you and want you safe, I'll move in if you want, I've talked to some doctors and they've told me some stuff for calming down people who suffer from PTSD.' I smile rubbing Craig's face. 'I love you so much.' 

Craig kisses me as I sigh. 'When will I get out?' Craig shrugs. 'Not sure, the doctors said it's up to the psychiatrist.' I nod hugging him. 'Can you take care of June for me?' He nods kissing my cheek. 'Of course.' June and my mum walk back in and I put June on my lap, she grabs at my stomach saying. 'Why is daddy getting fat?' I laugh pinching her cheeks. 'I'm not getting fat snotrag.' 

She giggles. 'Why is your stomach so big then?' I laugh. 'Because. . .daddys having another baby, you're going to be an older sister.'  June throwns. 'I wanted a puppy!' 

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