☆/ You're Pregnant

The sound of retching echoed in the small bathroom, accompanied by the soft patter of rain against the window. Addison knelt beside you, her presence a quiet comfort in the storm of sickness. “It’s alright, Petal,” she murmured, one hand gently holding your hair back, the other rubbing soothing circles on your back. her voice was a balm, calm and steady despite the worry etched into her beautiful face.

You gripped the edge of the toilet, your breaths coming in shallow gasps between bouts of nausea. you felt weak and disoriented, like your body was waging a war of its own. Addison’s presence grounded you, her unwavering patience filling the room as she stayed by your side without hesitation.

“I’m sorry,” You croaked, wiping your mouth with trembling fingers.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Addison said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your damp forehead. “You’ve been running yourself ragged, love. Your body’s just telling you to slow down.” she leaned in closer, her hand warm and reassuring on your shoulder. “Besides, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

The tenderness in her voice made your chest tighten. You blinked back tears, though whether they were from exhaustion or something else, you weren't sure. “You’re too good to me,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Addison smiled, her dimples appearing like rays of light through the gloom. “Not possible,” she replied. “You deserve the best, Petal. And if that means sitting on a cold bathroom floor all night with you, then that’s exactly where I’ll be.”