Just Our Secret - Gruvia

Losing my final fuck

I held Gray's hand like a security blanket on the way back to my apartment. I hated to admit it but like all the other times he was right. I shouldn't have driven home in such an unstable mood. I could've ended up in a much worse state.

My hand was kept in place over the top of the bump on my stomach. I hadn't felt it move since I got in my car. I wasn't sure if it was because of the adrenaline or the fact I could hear my own heartbeat inside my head it was that rapid.

When we got back to our apartment, Levy goes into the kitchen to make us some tea. I go straight into my bedroom without saying a word, and Gray seems to be following me.

I fell to the edge of my bed with my face in my palms. My wrist throbbing forces me to wince out loud, as much as I tried to hold it in, not wanting to worry Gray.

"Are you sure you don't need to-"

"Yes," I firmly responded, "I'll be fine."

He closes the door and comes closer to me, kneeling on the floor in front of me and carefully took my injured wrist into his hands. Even a gentle graze of his fingers over it I still had to bite my tongue to prevent me from groaning about it.

He looks at me with longing eyes and I suddenly get a hot flush in my cheeks. I start to tremble. This nervousness is so sudden...

"Look," He broke the silence, "If I'd never brought up my mum earlier or even didn't act like someone twice my size just punched me in the face none of this would've happened. I'm sorry."

His head tilts down in his own shame, which was just him being silly to me. I could've been in this accident without the argument or not. I wasn't the one to crash my car, I just tried to veer away from the catastrophe in front of me.

"Don't be ridiculous, Gray," I grasp his chin with my good hand and lift his head up so our eyes lock, "Yeah, what your mum said really fucked with my head but it had nothing to do with the accident. Don't blame yourself for that."

"Sorry," He stands up, grabbing my hand and placing it in my lap as he turns around, running his hand through his hair, "I was just scared shitless when Levy told me you weren't home and an accident happened near your building. I feared the worst, Juvia,"

He's refusing to look at me.

"And if I never said anything maybe we'd be back at my place right now, without you with a probably broken wrist."

I scoff, rolling my eyes, "It's not broken-"

"By how much it's hurting you, Juvia, I think it is," He finally looks me in the eye voluntarily, however his stare was frustrated, tense and maybe confused, "I barely touched it and you look like you want to cry."

Yes, it's hurting like a bitch! But did I want to admit that? No!

"Well at least I'm fine? Stop blaming yourself for something that was in neither of our control."

I was far too tired to argue. Too in shock, as well. I'd barely comprehended the past half hour.

He stares at me for a moment, his mouth gaping, looking me up and down, "I'm sorry," I've lost count of how many times "sorry" has come out of his mouth this evening, "I just..." He struggles for a second, but he gives into his emotions and comes closer, lowering down to my level, our foreheads a few centimetres apart and he's gazing right into my eyes, and I sense my stomach knot, "I thought... that you... y'know," He's never been great with words, bless him, "and I can't imagine that... I don't think I can live without you, Juvia."

I feel my heart beating out of my chest... did he really just say that? So seriously?

His hand was gripped onto mine which clenched on the edge of the bed, while the other carefully caressed by bump. His lips were so close... is now the perfect time?