𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✔️

accidental discoveries

summary: arvin accidentally walks into a confession he wasn't supposed to find out, yet

word count: 1.4k

warnings: teen pregnancy, language, fluff

edited: yay first fic in forever, kinda proud haven't written anything in a min

a/n: idk how i thought of this but i did and idk how i made it fluffy. should've been more angsty but goddamn lenora and arvin need more fluff ehifskjd

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"How are you feeling?" you ask softly and walk towards Lenora's bed, sitting next to her.

"I'm alright, must've just caught a cold or some," she smiles weakly and glances over in your direction with tired eyes.

"In the middle of fall?" you tease and hold her hand as she reaches out for you.

She chuckles and squeezes your hand, letting out a long deep sigh. You look over at with concern written all over your face and she only smiles at you once more. "Where's Arvin?" she asks with a hushed tone.

"Getting ready for church," you caress her hand and peer over at his room, where his door is closed.

"I ain't never missed church," she shakes her head in disbelief and purses her lip at the thought of committing such a sin.

"C' mon Lenora, m' sure the Lord would understand. He's probably had his fair share of sick days," you attempt to reassure her.

"Has Arvin been treating you right?" she decides to change the topic and smirks at you with a knowing look.

"In all ways, yes," you smirk back and send a wink her way.

"Oh Jesus, please that's not a sight I want to imagine of my brother," she cries out dramatically and instantly pulls her hand away from you.

You both fall into a fit of giggles at her outburst. "But yes, he's been treating me right. Real sweetheart, that kid," you bite your lip and reminisce for a moment, the past year dating that damn boy.

"Before you know it, y'all are going to be married," she taunts and pokes at your side.

"Probably," you murmur with honesty and look back at her. "I needa tell you something, Len," you say seriously and grasp her hand again.

She notices your sudden change of demeanor and nods, placing her hand on top of yours. "Yeah?"

You nibble at your bottom lip out of nervous habit and stare into her eyes, searching for words to be able to explain yourself. "I-I don't know how to tell you this though, I'm scared," you confess.

"Well," she tucks a hair behind your ear and recognizes your face of guilt and fear. The same face she had on when she found out she was pregnant with Teagardin's baby. "I got something to tell you too."

"Really?" you whisper and lean close towards her.

She nods timidly and squeezes your hand a bit tighter, "What— what if, we tell each other at the same time?"

"Okay that sounds good," you nod in agreement and press your lips together, your heart beginning to race at the thought of the many outcomes after you both tell each other god knows what.

"Yeah? On three," she sits up a bit straighter and sniffles, exhaling quietly to relieve some stress.

"Mmk," you nod eagerly and reach out for her other hand. Too focused on each other, you both didn't feel Arvin's presence leaning on her door frame.