Witch Doctor

one

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I placed the already well cooked scrambled eggs on a plate along with the toast I made. Carefully, I added thin slices of butter on both pieces of bread. After getting the orange juice, I picked up the plate of food and walked over to the living room where Louis was blankly staring at the television screen.

"Here you go," I said softly placing the plate of food on his lap, and orange juice on the coffee table in front of us.

"Thank you, Haz," Louis said as he leaned over to me and placed a light kiss on my lips.

When he spoke, his voice was full of pain and emptiness, which made my heart drop to my knees. He played with his food, taking the smallest bites to the toast. He tries, I know that. He tries to make me happy by eating a small portion of what I make him, but it's not enough.

Louis has gotten very skinny these last two months. I don't know what has happened to him. Well yes I do. He wants something that isn't scientifically possible. Something unnatural. Something that cant be done. He wants a child of his own.

I tried suggesting adoption, or hire someone to carry the baby for him, but he won't accept.

"I want one of my own," he'd say, "from my flesh and blood."

We both know that can't happen. When he first suggested it, we both joked about how we both don't have the Vaginal Power to give birth to a child. Then, after a week or so, it'd become a bit more serious. He'd curse god of making him the way he was. He'd curse his life. He'd complain about his life.

Which made my heart stop. If he hated his life. Did he hate how he was? His sexuality? Did he hate how he was attracted to me then a woman?

Just the thought of him regretting his love for me made me want to crawl up into a hole and disappear. But I knew I couldn't. I loved him too much to leave him alone when he needed me the most. Whether he liked it or not, I will stay by his side and try the best to lift him up. I would do anything to see him smile again.

After seeing Louis play with his food for thirty minutes, I took the plate from him and placed it on the table. Gently, I took the orange juice and gave it to him. He barely drank, but I still took the cup from him and placed it on the table.

I took his small hand in mine. I took my time looking at him, taking in his beautiful features. His high cheekbones were blessed by his eyelashes each time he blinked, a small stubble began to grow around his chin, his hair was messy on his head, and the dark circles under his eyes made his once bright blue eyes dull. Throughout the new features added, he succeed to take my breath away.

"I'm sorry for being like this," He whispered weakly, looking down.

I furrowed my eyebrows. It's not like he chose to be this way. Does he really feel guilty for his feelings? I lifted his chin up, to make him look directly in my eyes. "Don't ever feel guilty for your own feelings, you understand," I kissed him in reassurance.

The salty tears that I tasted on my lips made something lit up inside me. He was hurting. My baby. I knew right there and then that I had to do something. Something to make his dreams come true.

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im sweating in places i shouldn't. this is my first ever weeweeXweewee kinda thing and im so exciteD. i have big plans for this story and i hope people like it bc i know i will enjoy writing. please leave feedback. tytyty

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