𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You laid on the couch, wrapped in your favourite soft blanket. You didnt feel good at all today but you didnt want to worry Oakley so you didnt tell him. You laid on the couch and slept on and off all day.

Oakley knew something was wrong this morning but just brushed it off as “she’s tired”. He kissed your forehead goodbye like normal and left for the studio.

When he came back, he saw you in the same spot and knew you weren’t “just tired”. He walked up to you and crouched down in front of you, gently rubbing your arm.

“Baby..?” He whispered as he ran another hand through your hair.