Fallen Angels 🖤Andy Biersack🖤

Five

One month later...

On Christmas Eve, I woke up to find that I was alone in bed. I went downstairs to find Andy waiting for me, eating breakfast, another plate waiting for me next to him. "Morning baby. Merry Christmas Eve," I said. "Merry Christmas Eve, babe. How'd you sleep?" He asked. "I slept well, you?" I asked. "Pretty good. I was pretty worn out after yesterday," he said, and the mention of it brought a small smile to my face. "So was I, baby," I said. "I'm looking forward to our wedding at the end of the month," he said. "Me too. I'm glad that we decided to have it be just a simple family affair, that way we didn't have to really do much planning," I said. "That's part of why we were able to do it so soon," he said. "I can't wait to be your wife," I said, finishing my breakfast before Andy and I went over to the couch. I let him sit down first, then I sat down in his lap, laying my head on his shoulder. "What should we do today?" He asked. "I don't know. I kinda just wanna relax with you today," I said. "I'm not sure I know how to relax," he replied. "Oh, come on! Everyone knows how to relax," I whined. "I'll do my best," he said. "That's all I can really ask of you, baby," I said, giving him a quick kiss. "So, should we watch some movies or something?" He asked. "I don't know. I don't really feel like doing anything," I said. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked me. "Why do you ask?" I asked him back. "You're usually full of energy right up until you fall asleep. Now you suddenly have no energy?" He asked. "Yeah. So what? I don't have to have something wrong with me to not feel like doing anything," I said. "Good point. Still, I can't help but wonder," he said, and I knew what he was thinking. "Look, I know what you're thinking, and don't think I haven't thought about that possibility, too," I said.

"But you haven't felt nauseous yet at all, have you?" He asked, and almost as if on cue, I was hit by a wave of nausea. "Not till just now," I said, covering my mouth and running to get a garbage can to throw up in. After a few minutes, the nausea subsided, and I looked at Andy. "That was pretty sudden," he said simply. "Yeah, no kidding," I said. "Hopefully it was just a one-time thing," he said. "No kidding," I said again. We simply snuggled together for a bit after that, and I hoped that I wouldn't feel nauseous again. Unfortunately, not even an hour passed before the nausea returned, worse the second time around. After that, I felt constantly nauseous for the rest of the day.

On Christmas day, I was slightly annoyed that I still felt nauseous, but I didn't have time to dwell on it, as I had to grab a garbage can and throw up. This woke Andy up, and I apologized to him for waking him up. "Don't worry about it. It's not something that you can control," he said in a comforting voice. "I know, but I still feel bad for waking you up," I said sadly. "Why are you sad? It's Christmas, and our wedding is coming up soon," he said. "I feel terrible," I replied with one hand on my stomach. "I wish I could help you feel better," Andy said. "Just from you being here, I feel a little better," I replied. "That's good to hear," he said, just as I threw up again. "That, however, is not," he said, and I managed a small chuckle. "Well, I can't always be cute and beautiful," I said. "You will be to me," he said, softly kissing my forehead. I smiled at him, and he kissed me. "You couldn't have waited until I could clean my mouth?" I asked. "Now that you mention it, that probably would have been a better idea," he said, trying to keep himself from throwing up.

The days leading up to the wedding were much the same, but the day of the wedding, I took some medicine to help prevent nausea. The wedding went by really fast, and before I knew it, we were on our honeymoon.

I looked around when we arrived in Paris, taking in all of the sights and sounds of the city, amazed by everything. Andy just kept walking, which sort of bugged me. "Don't you want to take in the sights?" I asked him. "I've been here before on tour, so I've already seen it all," he said. "You're kidding," I said in disbelief. "No, I'm not kidding," he said. "I thought we agreed to come here because neither of us had come before," I said. "Relax. Our hotel is here, but we probably won't be there except for at night," he said. "Oh. That sounds much better," I said. "I thought it might. I've got a few surprises in store for you, too," he said, making me smile. At that point, a car pulled up next to us. "Speaking of which, here's one now," he said, opening the door to let me get into the car. I got into the car and closed my eyes once I got comfortable, since I had recently been getting carsick. I had discovered that if I closed my eyes, it helped a lot. After a short ride, Andy nudged my shoulder and tried to get me to look at something. "Not until the car stops, baby, or else I'll throw up," I told him, and he left me alone until we stopped. I opened my eyes and got out of the car, and my jaw dropped. We were on a beautiful hill overlooking the French countryside, and there was a picnic set up as well as a tent. "This is beautiful," I said. "I wanted to take you on a picnic and go camping together," he said. "I didn't know you were into camping," I said.

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Okay, so I just kind of ran out of ideas for this chapter. The next one picks up about a week after Andy and Rayvyn's honeymoon. Until next time!