Crazy.

44.

'I miss you' Wesley breaths through the phone and i smile softly, placing the knife down onto the chopping board, pausing the cutting of my fruits. 'I miss you to' i reply, hearing him sigh after. 'They've had no improvements, except Lilly, shes awake..' he trails off.

'Thats amazing baby! shes ok?' i exclaim, 'shes got bumps and bruises, oh and a broken collar bone, but other then that she is fine' he says and i nod. 'thats a bit of good news, now isn't it?' i speak, 'yeah.. i just want to know whats happening with mum and dad..' he trails off and i nod in agreement.

'I know baby, i'm sure something good will come up soon' i grin, he sighs. 'I don't know, and i'm kind of losing my positive feelings and thoughts, the only positive thing in my life right now, is you and that baby, and the fact my sisters just woken up.. but whats positive when your parents are in comas and they're not even sure if they'll wake up.' he states and i frown.

i stay silent, i didn't know what i could say to make him positive in a situation like this. 'I think i'm just going to fly back home.. i can't be over here without you, it doesn't feel right and i miss you like crazy, i miss holding you, i can't sleep without you with me, honestly i haven't slept the past 3 days' he speaks and i frown.

'Wesley i miss you to, you have no idea, but isn't it better you're over there?' i ask. 'No. not really.. they're not awake anyway, and if they woke up, i could be on a flight within the hour.. i don't want to be over here.. i hate this place, i hate hospitals and i hate the fact that you're in London by yourself'.

'I'm not alone, i have bear..' i trail off and he sighs. 'Ella. be real. I'm coming home ok, i can't deal with it on my own, being here by myself i hate it, i have Keats yeah, but its not the same. i've gotta go ok, i'm going to book my flight' he states.

I swallow but nod, i wasn't going to force him to stay if he didn't want to. 'Ok, i love you' i whisper. 'i love you, see you soon' he says before the line goes dead. I sigh, placing my phone on the bench as i look down at Bear lying on the cool kitchen floor.

'Daddy is going to be home soon, Bear' i speak and his head pops up, tail wagging. 'Thought you'd be happy about that' i chuckle, grabbing the knife and continuing to cut my fruits up.

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my eyes stayed on my stomach through the mirror as i lifted my shirt up, i had come to terms that the littlest of bumps was forming, seen as i had a flat stomach, it was a slight bit more out then it normally was, and i didn't feel bloated.

My free hand that wasn't holding the shirt up rests on my stomach, feeling the rock hardness of it beneath my finger tips and i smile, 'Hello my little baby' i whisper, rubbing my fingers in a circle. 'i love you lots. And so does daddy, i'm sure he'll tell you every single day' i giggle, looking at Bear through the mirror as he walks into the room, jumping up onto the bed.

'Thats bear who just come in, he loves you to, his going to be your best friend, and the best big brother you'll ever need. He'll take care of you' i coo. The sound of the door stops me for a few seconds before i avert my eyes back to the mirror.

'Daddy is home, little peanut' i mumble, my eyes meeting Wesley's as he steps into the room, dropping his bag by his feet as he looks down to my stomach through the mirror as well, a massive grin showing on his lips.

'You're belly is starting to grow' he smiles before walking over, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I continue to hold my shirt up, wrapping my other arm up and around his neck as i lean my head back on his shoulder, smiling when he presses his lips to mine before his large warm hands slide onto my stomach.

'i missed you' he mumbles, pecking my lips once more before we both look into the mirror. 'And you, my little baby' he says, resting his chin on my shoulder. His thumbs softly rub back and forth as he stares down at my stomach.