Crazy.

42.

'its going to be so weird going back home, after two weeks of being in Paris' i chuckle, rolling onto my stomach and Wesley nods his head, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at me. 'We'll be in our own home, married, with our son' he winks and i giggle, nodding my head.

'How is bear anyways, have you talked to Keats?' i ask but he shakes his head, 'no, but i'm sure his fine, Keaton is capable of watching a puppy' he smiles and i shrug, 'i know, his just the thing i miss from back home i guess' i smile softly and he nods in agreement.

'its ok, just under a week and we'll be back in our home with our little boy' he says, reaching over to tuck hair behind my cheek and i smile, pushing my cheek into his hand as i close my eyes.

I groan when a sharp pain shoots through my stomach, my eyes shooting open. 'Ouch' i wince, scrambling up to my knees in seconds. 'Baby?' Wes speaks, sitting up. 'Ow ow ow. Shit' i mumble, grabbing my stomach as pain continues to shoot through it.

'Whats wrong?!' Wesley panics, jumping to his knees and grabbing my arms, his eyes scanning my face as i look up, 'Wesley' i whimper out, the pain only getting worse. His eyes soften dramatically as he breaths in, 'whats wrong, what do i do?!' he exclaims.

She pain slowly begins to lessen and i let out a deep breath, 'its ok, its ok' i whisper, leaning forward to rest my forehead against his shoulder before he grabs me, pulling me into his lap as he leans back against the headboard.

'What just happened?' he whispers and i shrug, wrapping my arms around him as i nuzzle into his neck. 'i don't know.. maybe its nearly that time of the month, whats the date?' i ask, '29th' Wesley says and i frown, sitting up in his lap as i look down at him.

'I'm not meant to get my period for over two weeks..' i trail off, letting out a deep breath. Wesley frowns in concern, his hands gently resting on my hips. 'Baby, thats not normal, you need to go to the hospital.' he states but i quickly shake my head.

'Wesley, i'm fine, probably just getting my period early ok, i promise' i smile but he narrows his eyes. 'No. we made an agreement, Ella. You agreed that if it got worse i'm allowed to take you to the hospital and its getting worse, we're going.' he states, lifting me off of his lap and jumping up from the bed.

'Wesley please, we're on our honeymoon.' i state and he shrugs his shoulders, grabbing the phone. 'i don't give a fuck Ella, you're sick and i'm not going to have my wife sick or have something wrong with her.' he says and i groan, climbing up off the bed.

'I'm not a 2 year old child! you don't have to force me to the fucking doctors!' i yell before walking out from the bedroom, slamming the door. I let out a huff as i fall onto the lounge.

This wasn't how a honeymoon was suppose to go, we weren't meant to fight or worry about silly little pains, we were meant to have fun, it was meant to be romantic, i mean we were in the city of love!

'Theres no chance of getting you in at a hospital here so i've booked you in for the hospital at home.' Wesley states as he walks out of the room and i roll my eyes as he sits down beside me, his eyes running over my face.

'Baby, i'm worried about you.' he states and i shrug, not meeting his eyes. 'i don't care. I'm fine' i say and he sighs. 'Alright fine, i'll forget about it for the honeymoon ok? but you are going to the hospital appointment i just made.' he speaks and i sigh before nodding.

'Fine' i mumble and he smiles, leaning over and pressing his lips to my cheek, slowly laying me down so his hovering above me. 'i love you' he mumbles before playfully nipping at my neck and i giggle, grabbing onto his hips.

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'How is he?' i ask, 'Good, his a ball of energy though' Keaton laughs through the phone and both me and Wesley nod, 'his not being to difficult is he?' Wesley asks. 'No, no. its fine, nothing i can't handle' he laughs.