Unexpected to Least Expected

Chapter 6~Cookies

*Saturday~8:07am*

I hold onto the side of the toilet. So much for sleeping in.

"You want me to run you a bath?" A sleepy Ray says.

I shake my head, "No. I'll be fine."

She leaves the bathroom, probably going back to bed. This morning sickness is seriously the worst. I get up and walk back into my room.

Kooks still fucking sleeping. How is he even able to sleep through everything, I practically pushed him off me to get up. I wasn't quiet about getting to the bathroom either, that's probably how I woke Ray up.

I get into bed, my back to him. I hear him move. The next thing I know I'm being pulling into his hold. So he knows I'm here but he won't wake up, great.

"Where did you go?" So he is awake?

I sigh, "Just the basic morning routine."

He hums, "Oh, are you okay now?"

I nod, "Yeah. You can go back to sleep."

He hums in reply and pulls me closer. I soon fall back to sleep too.

*1:00pm*

"Y/n." Noooo! I don't want to get up, "Come on, you need to wake up. You can't sleep all day."

Kook taps me. I pull the blankets so they cover me more, "watch me."

He pulls the blanket away. Now I'm cold. I sit up, I start to cry, "Nooo. I'm cold."

I watch his once smile turn to a scared expression. He quickly wraps the blanket back around me and hugs me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Don't cry."

I continue to cry, "You woke me up, but I want to sleep."

"I'm sorry. It's just that I think you shouldn't sleep this much."

The door opens. Ray walks in and rolls her eyes, "I made cookies."

I stop crying, "What kind?" Kook gives me a confused look and then looks at Ray.

"Chocolate chip." I smile.

Kook gasps, "How?"

She laughs, "It's food."

I get out of bed still cuddled in the blanket and walk over to the couch. Kook follows and sits down next to me. I lay my head against his shoulder.

"Sorry for reacting badly."

He pats my head, "Don't worry about it. I'll try to get used to your mood swings."

I laugh, "Goodluck with that."

Ray walks in with a plate of cookies. I make grabby hands for it. She takes one and passes it to me. I place it on my lap and start to nibble on one.

I see Kook go to reach for a cookie. I smake his hand away, "Hey!"

"No cookie. Cookies are mine."

Ray laughs and waves her cookie in the air, "And that's why I took one before passing her the plate."

He rolls his eyes, "Fine. I don't even want a cookie." He pouts and moves his body away from me.

I look at him, "Hey, you moved away from me." Now it was my turn to pout.

He doesn't respond. Come on. You've gotta be kidding me. Just because I refused a cookie. I place the plate on the coffee table roughly. Grabbing my blanket I angrily leave the room.

Kook comes after me, "Hey, wait where are you going?"

I ignore him and go into my room, closing my door behind me. I plop down on my bed and I let the brush of anger pass.

Kook opens the door, "Are you mad at me?"

"OUT!"

He gives me a sad expression, "Aww please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry I moved away. I won't do it again."

He starts to walk towards my bed. I throw my pillow at him, "GET OUT!"

He dodges it and stops moving. He sighs, "Come on. I know you're emotions are all over the place, but please don't be mad at me."

I pull on my hair and then start to cry. He walks to the bed and sits infront of me.

"Want a hug?" I look up at him. He smiles, "Or maybe I can order some pizza."

I just keep looking at him. Tears fall from my eyes. He puts his hands against my cheeks and wips my tears with his thumbs.

"What do you need?"

"Nothing."

He nods, "Okay. Come here." He opens his arms, I fall forward into them. He rubs my back. I cry against his chest.

"Why are you always so nice to me. I'm acting like a bitch."

He laughs, "You're not a bitch. You're just emotional."

I pull away from him, "B-but I a-am." I say between sobs.

He puts his hand against my cheek, "You're not, trust me I've met my fair share of bitchs. You are not one."

I playfully pout, "I can be one if I wanted to."

He laughs, "Do you seriously want to be a bitch." I don't respond, "Well you're not one. And be thankful about it, because if you were I wouldn't have lasted this long."

I frown, "It's been 2 days."

He shrugs, "Eh. Feel lucky."

I laugh through the tears. He pulls me back against his chest and we plop back on the bed. We lay together. I end up falling asleep.