Andrew Garfield one-shots

Hate pt.4

My eyes fluttered open as sunlight peeked through the curtains of our bedroom; I groaned, rolling on my side, only to be met with the sight of my sleeping boyfriend, hair messy and untamed, lips parted slightly, soft snores escaping them.

As I kept admiring the sleeping angel beside me, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I slowly sat up on the mattress, getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom connected to our bedroom; entering the bathroom, I switched on the lights, making my way to the toilet and sitting down on the floor, back against the tiles of the wall, head lolled back as well.

I started taking deep breaths in order to calm the nausea that was slowly taking over my body, and I was so focused on that, that I hadn't heard the door opening.

"Y/n/n" Andrew's voice rang through the small bathroom, "are you okay, love?"

I sighed, slowly opening my eyes and meeting his concerned gaze, "yeah, I'm okay," I assured him, "just some morning sickness, I guess," I shrugged, "go back to bed, Drew, it's early."

Andrew looked at me as if I had grown four heads, "are you nuts?" He questioned in disbelief, "I'll stay here with you."

I smiled at him, "that's very nice of you, but really, there's no need, you can go back to sleep"

Andrew shook his head, "nope, not happening," he said, moving closer to me, "scoot over," he gestured to me with his hands.

I did as told, and felt his shoulder brush against mine as he sat down next to me on the floor.

"Thank you," I mumbled tiredly, resting my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes once more, snuggling into him, relishing in the warmth coming from his bare skin.

I felt Andrew pull my hair back slightly, tying it into a loose ponytail; I chuckled, "where'd you get that?"

Andrew put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head, "when we first found out I started keeping a hair tie on my wrist just in case, I know you don't wear them a lot"

I smiled softly at him, "thank you," I sighed, "for staying with me, I mean, and for being so amazing"

Andrew chuckled as he shrugged slowly, "nothing to thank me for," he stated, "like I said, we're in this together" he pressed a few kisses to the top of my head.

I smiled contently into his shoulder.

How did I get so lucky?

****

Andrew and I were currently lying in bed, my back against his chest, as his hand rested on my small bump.

"What do you think they'll be?" He ask suddenly, softly, barely breaking the comfortable silence in between us.

"I'm not sure, I don't really have a preference," I mumbled, "what do you think?"

Andrew smoothed his fingers over my bump, "I hope they'll be a girl, I don't know why, I just see myself as a girl's dad, I guess," he mumbled.