On November 13th, someone I once called my best friend raped me. While I was asleep. I'm a heavy sleeper so I didn't wake up until after it happened. He said he didn't know I was asleep. Its possible but that doesn't excuse what he did. That day, I found out I was pregnant during a forensic exam the police asked me to do. I was a bit in shock but so excited. Because the test came out positive within a few hours of being raped, the baby was definitely my SO's. I told him as soon as I got home and he was excited too. He even got a happy boner because of it lol. We told our families and began preparing to bring a new life into the world. Our child was our ray of sunshine in a sh*tstorm. On the 15th, we went to my appointment with my psychiatrist and then scheduled an appointment with the women's clinic and they got us an appointment for that day. We went to lunch and I started bleeding. So we rushed back and went to the ER. They got us in immediately and started doing tests. They took us up to get an ultrasound too. When I saw my baby on the screen it gave me hope that he's alright and theres something wrong with me. When we got the results back... his little heart had stopped beating. There was nothing they could do. My heart broke into a million pieces. I believe a combination of me being a bit unhealthy and very stressed out may have caused this but I'll never know for sure. This was my 3rd miscarriage. I hope to god I never have to go through this again.