“This is it….” I muttered, getting up to follow Elisha. I saw her kneeling on the toilet bowl, retching everything she ate tonight. “Baby…” I murmured, crouching next to her. I held her hair up and rubbed comforting circles on her back.
“God…” Elisha breathed deeply before going off again.
“I’m sorry….” I whispered. Her situation looked worse, wrenching my heart with guilt. It was because of me she was in this condition. Though I didn’t plan for her to get pregnant, I was still responsible for the lives we made.
“W…water…please….” Elisha croaked.
I quickly stood up, “Yes…yes….” I dashed outside to find the basket with cold bottles. I saw it on the coffee table. I took them all and then checked the sleeping Gideon on the bed. I quickly placed pillows on his sides, and within seconds
