Sunflowers: Sean Diaz x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Visions

Daniel went into the other room to play with his toys, and I was glad, considering (Y/N) and I don't get much alone time anymore.

Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn't sleeping. I wondered if she was having another dream.

"You alright?" I sat next to her.

"I'm okay, just a little nauseous," She looked up at me. "Are you alright?"

"I'm pretty sure."

She smiled, "That's good. I was afraid you'd get so carried away being a mama bear that you'd forget to take care of yourself."

I kept flicking my eyes to her stomach, wondering if she'd rip my arm off for touching her, but i felt awkward asking.

That's how she'd been over the last couple of days. I know it's hormones and stress, but she almost broke my arm the other night because I accidentally scared her when we both woke up to use the bathroom.

Eventually, I decided to just man up and put my hand on her stomach.

"I know it's scary. I'm more scared than you are--"

"I don't think you are," She grabbed my hand and looked at it. "I can't lose you."

"And I can't lose you, (Y/N). I have to carry the weight of three people on my shoulders. I'm doing the best I can," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I know you are, and I appreciate it, but--"

The two of us simultaneously sighed.

"This is hard," (Y/N) sighed out with a little chuckle.

"Yeah, I know."

We both looked at each other, and it looked like (Y/N) was about to say something, but suddenly stood up and ran to the bathroom.

"Make sure you use the right--" I started but I heard her throw up before I could finish.

"...Bucket."

I sighed and stood up, following her into the bathroom. Seeing how her hair draped into the bucket, I grabbed the towel and started wiping it out of her hair, my head turned the other way.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look--"

I caught a glimpse of the towel and got a queasy feeling in my gut.

"Sorry," She apologized, her head still in the bucket.

"It's okay, you can't help it. Maybe I'm the one who should be sorry," I set the towel on the toilet lid as she looked up at me.

"Don't be, we were both involved," She spit in the bucket. "Why do some guys do that? When their girlfriend or partner gets pregnant, they feel like it's their fault?"

"Because us guys watch you suffer, thats why."

I watched in silence as she brushed her teeth. Usually at this step, she would go back for round two but she didn't have to.

After she felt better, (Y/N) laid back down and exhaled a breath she seemed to have been holding. She looked at me and opened her arms to me, making a grabbing motion, "Lay with me."