I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the clock on my bedside table. It was ticking away so slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. I was scared, scared about what was happening inside my body. I knew that this time, I had to be very cautious. I had to rest more, do less, and eat more. Not for myself, but for the twins growing inside me. I can't bear the thought of losing them like I lost the other pregnancy that I was yet to heal completely from because I just could not stop myself from putting the whole blame on me.

Jax came into...