I lost myself loving you || a.hotchner

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Around the 10 month period of us dating, we had decided to move in together. Aaron insisted that I finally move in with him and that in the future we could buy a house together, which I agreed with. I was happy anywhere as long as I was with him I really did not care at all. Though it did take a bit to get used to, I was used to waking up alone but it was very nice seeing his face every morning. It was nice always being in the company of someone that I truly did love. It was nice coming home with him and not being home all alone.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you come in here?" Aaron yelled from upstairs and I nodded, despite him not being able to see as I put my phone down, heading up to his- no.. to our bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, a large flat box in his hand, a large smile upon his face. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him smile at me as well. He's too much. "Whats that?" I ask, sitting next to him and he bit his lip, like he was holding back a bigger smile as he handed it to me. "Open it." He says, excitement clear behind his words and I raised my eyebrows at him but nodded, smiling at him while slowly unwrapping the bow and slowly lifting the lid up.

Two framed pictures sat side by side in it. One had a picture of him and other had a picture of me. I looked at him, tilting my head in confusion. I didn't really understand what was going on. "One of me for your nightstand and one of you for mine. That way no matter what, you're the first thing I see when I wake up no matter what, as me for you." He says softly, his face blushing a tint of red and I couldn't help but tear up a bit. He's too sweet and I don't think he even realizes it. Like that's actually the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me.

"Honey.. that's so sweet, you're gonna make me cry." I say gently placing them on the bed before pulling him in for a sweet gentle kiss, hugging him directly after. "Aaron, you're so thoughtful, I love you." I mumble, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, rubbing his back as he hugged me back. "I love you too. You know I do." He mumbled into my neck, running his fingers through my hair softly. We sat there sweetly for a bit before pulling away from one another and I handed him my picture, grabbing his to put perfectly on my side of the bed. "You're so handsome." I state, stepping back to look at the small picture upon my nightstand and I could tell he was blushing because he looked away from me before replying. "Thank you. You're gorgeous, most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. Man I'm lucky." He says, as if he was just speaking his mind and I smiled. God I really did get lucky with him. I don't deserve him.

A sudden a wave of being lightheaded washed over me and I let my eyes close to try and collect myself. This couldn't be a worse time. "Darling are you okay?" Aaron's voice met my ears and I felt him gently grab me. "I feel dizzy." I mumble, opening my eyes watching as the room softly swayed. Way too ruin a perfectly good moment. "Maybe you're just hungry. Can I make you something?" He asks and I nod, giggling softly as he picked me up bridal style to carry my downstairs. "You're too much." I say jokingly and he simply pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm taking care of you how you'd take care of me. Shh." He says as he placed me on the couch.

"I'll make you soup." Aaron says with a small nod and I nod in agreement. I hope this ain't me getting sick with something, I hate being sick. Though as he made the food, even the smell of it made me nauseated and I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up as I did so. I'm definitely getting sick, that's just great. I felt someone pull my hair back, a large hand rubbing soothing circles onto my back lovingly. "It's okay let it out. There we go." Aaron comforts and he handed me a hand towel after I finished, putting a cool washcloth on my forehead as he sat with me, letting me recover from getting sick. "I feel like shit." I mumble and he offered a soft smile.

"Hopefully it's just an over night thing. We'll get through it. Wipe your tears, let's get you cleaned up." He says, swiping his thumbs across my cheeks to catch the tears and I smiled at the use of the word we. I'm so in love with him. He got a wet wash cloth,  putting one on the back of my neck and the other on my forehead and he lead me upstairs to lay down. "I'll still get you that soup, getting some is better than none. Rest I'll be back up." He said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before he left.