I'll never love again - Breaky/Dealor ✔️

Chapter 32

Idk if somebody is still reading this so here's go nothing.

Roger's POV

Saturday came faster than I thought, and I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't even sleep at night. I woke up at 4 am. Joanne was lying on her side, snoring softly, she looked like an angel. I smiled and kissed her cheek. I went down the stairs to the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. I fed the dog and filled another bowl for him with water. I played with him in the garden and sat on the garden swing. Sun was rasing slowly. I sighed, taping fingers on my thigh. I wanted them to accept me, I really love Joanne and the kids and I want the best for them. I was so stressed out, I couldn't sit still. I did a long warm up and run in circles around the garden. Maybe this will help me to calm down. Sweat was dripping from my body, my t-shirt was all wet, so I took it off and keep running.
"Oh, I can get used to that sight in the morning ... Pretty hot if you ask me ..." I heard her voice. I stopped and start laughing, trying to catch my breath. She tossed me the towel and I winked at her. We both sat at the garden swing. "Couldn't sleep?" She asked, caressing my sweaty hair. I put my head on her shoulder and hummed softly.
"What time is it?"
"Half past six, love, are you hungry?" "Starving actually ..." I said, kissing her softly.
"You look incredibly hot like this, but go take a shower, and I'll take care of breakfast, okay?" She slapped my butt when I stood up.
"Okay" I laughed and looked at her with adoration in my eyes.
"I love you ..." I said, kissing her again. "Love you too, but bloody hell Rog you stink ..." she giggled softly.

Joanne's POV

I let the Trouble inside and went to the kitchen. I put an apron over my dress and start cooking. I make fresh coffee for Roger and toasted some bread with garlic butter. I also made some fluffy scrambled eggs with baked beans and roasted tomatoes aside. I squeezed some fresh orange juice for me and served the breakfast.
"Oh my, oh my ... Looks incredible ..." Roger hummed, kissing my neck and hugging me from behind. I smiled when he put hands on my belly and babies immediately start kicking.
"Let's eat before it gets cold" He left a few wet kisses on my neck and sat down at the table. I frowned when he just stuffed everything in his mouth with a fork like it was a shovel.
"What? I'm hungry ..." He said with a full mouth. I laughed and shook my head. "Do you even feel what it tastes like?" "Delicious as always ..." He leaned over the table and kissed my forehead
"I'm just nervous about meeting them, you know ..." He sighed and looked at his lap. "What if they won't like me ... What if they won't let me live here with you and the babies... What if ..."
"Hey, hey, hey ..." I came to him and took his face in both hands, "Calm down love, alright?" I kissed him softly, "You can't think about it all the time. Even if they won't like you, I will stand up for you". He nodded and hugged me tightly I smiled at him and start eating, but I didn't really have an appetite.
"Hey you're not hungry baby? You need to eat, you know, for you and the little ones ..." He caressed my cheek.
I looked at his empty plate and sighed. "I'm just not h-hungry, and I don't feel well, a-and of top of this you w-want me to feel guilty about it ..." An ugly sob left my throat.
"What? Of course not! Why would I ever do that? You were so happy a minute ago, what happened?"
"Oh, I don't know! Pregnancy? Hormones? Does it ring a bell in that blonde head of yours?" I spit.
"We will talk when you change your attitude," he said firmly and left the table. I sniffled quietly, caressing my belly. I felt guilty, so I tried to force myself to eat. But I couldn't. Half of the plate was gone, and I had to ran to the bathroom because I could feel the vomit creeping at the end of my throat. I put a hand over my mouth and I prayed to make it on time. I carefully got on my knees in front of the toilet and emptied my stomach. I put my cheek on the toilet seat and cried softly.
"Darling, is everything alright?" I heard him knocking at the door, but I didn't respond "Joanne? I'm coming in" The door opened, and I could see the worry look on his face.
"Oh baby ..." I stayed silent beside crying quietly "I saw you eat half of the breakfast, did it make your tummy upset?" I nodded, and a pathetic sob left my mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows and I felt his calloused fingers in my hair. I let out a soft moan, it helped me calm a little.
"All good?" He kissed my forehead. "Mhm ..."
"Let's clean your face and brush your teeth. We can cuddle in bed if you want, and I will make you a tea. Later we try something to eat, maybe just a plain toast alright?" He talked to me while carefully picking me up and putting me on the washing machine. He cleaned my face, humming softly. I watched him smiling sadly. He took my toothbrush with a little of toothpaste and looked at me.
"You brush your teeth, or you want me to do it?" He caressed my cheek.
"Can you, please ..." I said, so quietly I didn't even know if he could hear it. "Open your mouth" he said, and I obeyed. He brushed my teeth softly, I spit it out and rinsed it with water.
"Good girl" he kissed my forehead.
"Da- ... Roggie can you take me to bed now? I want to cuddle ..." I took a deep breath.
"Is my baby tired?" He took me in his arms, but I could see the smirk at the corner of his mouth.
"Mhmh ... I vomited everything I ate today, but I'm a little better now ... My throat is burning because of that. It's so hot, I feel like I'm sweating all the time ... I'm constantly horny, but I feel gross to be honest. I can't even reach to shave my private parts or my legs ..." I cried, "I have so many stretch marks and I look like a whale. And I'm so full my breast might explode, it hurts so bad ..." I put my face in the crook of his neck, sniffing softly.
"Baby hey, hey ..." He put me gently on the bed, "I hate to see you like that. Why you think so low of yourself?" He looked hurt at me, but I only shrugged my shoulders and looked at my lap "You're not fat you're caring our children love ..." He caressed my cheek "What stretch marks? You're talking about this tiger stripes?" He gently touched purple lines on my stomach "You're my sexy strong tiger mama!" He laughed and kissed me on the mouth, "Doctor said no penetrative sex, but I can always eat you out or something? And if you want to shave your legs and everything, I'm happy to help ..." I looked at him for a while quietly, but smiled with tears in my eyes.
"You said OUR. Our kids ..." I laughed wiping my eyes, "God I love you so much ... I couldn't ask for a better partner. You're amazing, and you will be an even better father. Now come here, I want to cuddle ..." I pouted.

Roger's POV

We lied on bed, cuddling. Her chest was raising and falling softly. I had my hands on her stomach, caressing it.
"Do you feel better, love? Do you still want your chamomile tea?" I kissed her cheek.
"Please ..." she sighed. I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I frowned when I heard the door opening and footsteps in the corridor. I saw middle-aged couple.
"Oh you must be new gardener, help us with luggage, suitcases are in the car boot" I bit my lip and opened the mouth to say something, but I closed it again. "We don't have all day"
"Actually I'm not a gardener, I'm Joanne's boyfriend, it's nice to meet you ... I can help with the luggage, no problem!" I said on one breath on sprinted to the car. When I got back, they were staring at me if I was crazy.
"Joanne?!" the man called. Oh boy, oh boy ... I start sweating, and I didn't know what to say. She was standing on top of the stairs in her PJ's.
"Yes ?" I heard her sleepy voice.
"Come here now!"
"She doesn't feel well ..."
"I'm not talking to you ..." He gave me a judgementall look. Ouch ... I feel so out of place right now. I helped her down the stairs.
"Thank you love" she gave me a tired smile and looked at the man.
"What's the problem, pa?" She sighed, caressing her belly.
"Who is this, and what is he doing in our house? This is not a shelter for homeless people, you can't bring this junkie here!" "I'm not a junkie, I'm 4 months clean!" I huffed.
"Once a junkie, always a junkie. I don't want him here, near you, near the kids, do you understand me?" He raised his voice. I could feel her shaking in my arms.
"No, no I don't pa! He's a good lad, he loves me, he takes care of me, he is so excited to meet the twins. Just give him a chance. He's not like William, why don't you understand! He will move in here no matter what you think because I deserve to be happy too!" She was screaming at this point, with tears running down her pale cheeks. I furrowed my brows when she scrunched her face in pain and her legs give up. I quickly caught her and sit down on the floor with her.
"Calm down, alright? Tell me what's happening, baby ..."
"Contractions ... They're coming Rog ..." She laughed through the tears and caressed my face
"They're coming ..." She gave me the most beautiful tooth smile. The smile I will remember till the day I die. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were watching us in shock. "Mark, don't stand here like a pillar of salt! Do something useful and go start a car, I get the hospital bag and Roger get Joanne in the car! We can't wait, she's having twins, you know it could be risky for her or the babies!" Woman ordered.

Word count: 1803

Sorry for waiting, this couple or months wasn't the best for me. I want to end story around Chapter 35 or earlier. Take care xx