She's The One(Ariana/You)

Lucky Number Two

Ariana's POV:

I wake up feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Just peeking my eyes open feels like a lot of work and when the sunlight hits them my head starts pounding.

Groaning, I reach over to my side, fully intent on snuggling into Y/n's side and going back to sleep. But the other side of the bed is empty, which just makes my mood drop. The one morning I'm completely ready to sleep in, they're up already.

With a huff, I toss the covers back and trudge into the bathroom. My mood further drops when I use the bathroom and finding spotting in my underwear.

That explains a lot actually.

I take a long hot shower, letting the water and steam soothe me. When I get out, I go into the closet straight to Y/n's side. Her black Wu-Tang hoodie is laid across the island in the middle of the closet, so I pick it up and pull it on, slipping some black basketball shorts with it.

Once I'm dressed, I grab my phone and trudge downstairs.

Quiet music plays from inside the kitchen. I hear my partner's soft voice singing along, accompanied by the sounds of the dogs scrambling around playing and dishes being moved.

A small smile forms on my lips as soon as they come into view. Clad in just a white tee and basketball shorts, they dance around the kitchen as they cook. Two plates are already set on the counter, seemingly missing one item.

I look up at them just as they turn around." Good morning wifey!" They loudly exclaim, making the ache in my head return.

Shushing them harshly, I walk up to the island and sit on a stool, massaging my temples." Loud ass." I mumble with a frown, then laying my head on my arm." You're lucky you don't get a period anymore."

They snort in amusement. Quiet clatters sound before I feel their presence behind me. A hand ever so gently wraps around me and they softly rub my stomach." Eat your breakfast and we'll go back to bed. I'll grab your heat pad and all the junk food you want, and we'll cuddle for the rest of the day, okay?" They suggest, pressing a little kiss on my neck.

"Okay," I say with a small nod.

Y/n sets my breakfast down in front of me and I survey what's on the plate. Avocado toast, hashbrowns with peppers and onions, and tofu scramble. The first two things made my mouth water, but the longer I look at the tofu scramble my mouth dries up then waters for a completely different reason.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I try to hold back the feeling.

"ArI? What's wrong?" Y/n asks.

In an instant I slap my hand over my mouth and sprint away to the bathroom. Almost slipping on the tiled floor in my hurry, I kick the door shut and throw the lid of the toilet up before expelling all the food I'd eaten the night before.

I'm not alone for long. Seconds later the door opens and my partner comes in, standing behind me to hold my hair back as I throw up. Their hand soothingly rubs circles on my back until I'm done.

Huffing, I reach up and flush the toilet before near breathlessly sitting back against the wall opposite the toilet.

Y/n watches me with careful eyes, fingers now gently combing through my hair. Then they stand, pulling a ponytail holder off their wrist and expertly pulling my hair up into a bun, a few loose strands escaping their efforts.

They offer me a hand only to guide me to sit on the toilet once I'm up, then they're squatting in front of me with a cup of water. I rinse my mouth with the first few sips, then drinking the rest.