Eli's POV
We spent three days in the hospital as Demitri recovered from surgery. Now, we've been home for almost a week...his home.
The doctor said that it would take up two weeks for his stitches to fully heal. So, I'm taking two weeks off of school. Even though everything went smoothly and our little human is going to be able to grow just fine, I don't want to leave his side.
My mom was not very happy when I told her that, but she wrote me a note to take to school so there wouldn't be any problems. I also decided to move in with Demitri. It's just the logical thing to do and he needs me.. Both of my babies need me. I probably need him more...but it's also an escape from my father.
In addition to all of that, Deme's been more reserved since his surgery. I know why...I know he's hurting. I am too. We didn't even know we were having twins and now...there's just one. It shouldn't hurt so much.
I don't know how to comfort him like I should. I've held him in my arms for days as he cried and cried.... Whenever I tried to get him to eat or take a shower, he would just curl closer to my chest or pretend to sleep. Without his mom, I don't know what we'd do.
Today is day five of grieving..and we both need showers. So, I'm going to attempt to get Deme to take one with me. I don't have much hope because it was a full on struggle to get him to eat breakfast this morning, but it's worth a try. He deserves to at least feel more comfortable while he heals..
It's 2:30 in the afternoon when he wakes up from his nap, snuggling closer to my chest. He yawns quietly before looking up at me, "Sorry I fell asleep again..I-I didn't mean to."
"Deme, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for that..I know you're exhausted." I kiss his greasy forehead softly for reassurance.
He nods slowly as he shifts his gaze and hands to his curved belly, "I-I'm still pregnant, right?"
My heart sinks as he asks that question again. It's become a reoccurring one since we've been home.
"Yes baby. You're still very pregnant...they're not going anywhere, I promise." I sigh quitely, kissing his bare tummy as gently as possible.
"Okay..I'm sorry if that's annoying. I'm just...scared they'll be taken away too.." he mumbles in the most heartbreaking tone while his eyes never leave his growing belly.
"It's not annoying. You're grieving baby...Whatever helps you feel better, I'll do it." I explain as I pull him back into me attentively.
"Thank you.." he whispers, hiding his face back in my t-shirt.
We let silence fall between us..the only thing to be heard is the synchronization of our heartbeats.
I want to ease him into a shower, not overwhelm him. So, I gradually start to take off his t-shirt while also rubbing his back with a delicate touch.
"E-Eli...I can't do sex right now. I'm sorry I-"
"Hey, hey...I know. Sex isn't even on my mind. I just wanted to ease you into a shower. I love you. I never want to pressure you into anything.." I mutter bitting my lip.
His face falls in realization, "Oh..I thought..okay. I smell, don't I?"
I nod a bit, "Just a little bit, but it's okay. I know your stitches make everything harder."
"You'll shower with me, r-right? I need you.." he stammers with a sniffle.
"Yeah honey. You wanna try now?" I ask before sitting us up gingerly.
He just nods again.
I offer a smile as I pick him up bridal style and carry him to his bathroom. Placing him on the closed toilet seat, I then get our towels and fresh boxers.
Once I come back in, I watch Deme examine his beautiful naked body in the mirror. His hands travel down to his stitches as tears swell in his eyes.
My arms gently wrap around his midsection, cupping his belly, "I love you Demitri. You're so beautiful.."
"I-I love you t-too Eli. I'm s-sorry..m-my stomach's scarred because I lost one of o-our babies. " he blubbers taking my hands into his as he stares at our reflection.
"It's okay...it's okay. I'm sorry you still feel this way..The miscarriage is not your fault baby." I scatter kisses across his shoulder and collar bone, "Your belly is so beautiful, your scars are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful my love."
"It still feels l-like my fault. I really don't feel beautiful a-anymore." he sniffles.
I twist him in my arms to face me, "I understand your feelings baby boy, but you'll always be gorgeous in my eyes.. Don't let your grief eat you." I carefully wipe his cheeks of excess tears, "Let's shower, okay?"
He nods quickly, "I-I love you so much."
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"Deme, you need to eat. We can order something if you want? Please babe." I beg him with my signature pouty face.
I'm standing in between his legs as I rub his hungry belly. He's sitting on the middle island, leaning against me.
"Fine. Pizza sounds good." he shrugs.
"Thank you baby." I kiss him lips softly before I order two of his favorite pizzas.
"Can we watch movies and stuff too?" he mutters, intertwining our fingers that are resting on his baby bump.
"Yeah baby." I pick him up carefully and sit on the couch with him on my lap.
He curls closer to me while he holds his belly,"Can we watch that new Netflix movie with Adam Sandler?"
"Yeah baby." I place gentle kisses on his cheeks before turning on the movie.
He fully relaxes against me, his gaze never leaving the TV.
Twenty minutes pass on before the doorbell rings. He groans and shifts off my lap to let me get up.
"I'll be right back baby." I mutter softly after I get up. I then get the pizzas and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch,"Dig in my love.."
He looks at the pizza then at me then at his still growling belly before picking up a slice and crawling back into my lap.
I hold him close as I start eating my pizza. When my phone buzzes, I smile at the notification.
"What was that?" Deme mumbles.
My free hand caresses his belly gently, "Just a reminder that you're 15 weeks pregnant today."
His hand immediately rests on mine, "R-really?"
"Yeah baby...they're ears are developed so they could hear our voices now and we should feel them kick soon." I place soft kisses down his cheek to his neck.
"They're so big already..." he whispers, laying his head back against my shoulder, "I can't wait to feel them move around in there.."
"Me too baby...me too." I whisper back while continuing to rub his belly.
"Eli?" he looks up at me, "I love you."
"I love you too Deme....Are you feeling any better?" I question.
He nods and looks down at our hands on his baby bump, "Kind of, but we'll be okay."
"Good.." I could feel my mouth curve into another smile once he grabbed another slice of pizza,"Good job baby.."
His cheeks flush a light pink, "I-I'm trying."
"I know. I'm proud of you.."
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Yay another chapter! This chapter was kind of a filler, but it's sooooo cute! I know this one's a little short. I promise more big things are on the way.
Comments and votes are always appreciated! <3
