Arvin Russell Blurbs

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warnings: not proofread, mentions of lenora's ending, pregnancy talk

arvin knew something was wrong when you didn't go to church that morning. you, much like his sister lenora, never ever missed church. you didn't want arvin to miss out on hearing the lord's word either, but given the events that happened with his sister when she was in this same situation, arvin was not about to leave you alone. he knew you would never do what she did, but he thought the same thing about her at one time. he couldn't have been more wrong.

"you feelin' any better?" arvin asked from where he leaned against the door frame, hair slicked back and a pinch between his brows from constant internal anger and worry. you helped him with that in his day-to-day life, but now that you'd been sick for nearly a week, he couldn't stop worrying. you were always so strong and nothing ever bothered you. when you normally had a cold, it maybe had you in its hold for a day or two max, but this was something different. something worse.

you rolled over to face him, a weary smile on your lips when you saw him. "still throwin' up and i feel like i've been hit by a train, but i don't think it's contagious considering you're as fit as a fiddle so that's good."

his heart warmed at the thought that even in your state, you were still worrying over and looking out for him. he didn't know why god gave you to him, but he thanked the big man every day for it.

arvin walked over to the side of the bed and sat right next to you. he lifted his hand to your face, pressing the back of it to your cheeks and then your forehead. you didn't feel warm at all which was really throwing the boy for a loop.

"no fever still," he commented before taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

you moved your head a little to get a better look at him. "do you want me to have a fever?" you teased him, watching as he let go of his lip and smiled ever so slightly.

"no, darlin'. i don't want you sick at all. it just don't make a lick of sense," arvin explained earnestly. you could tell this was really bothering him, so you tried to get him to talk it out with you.

you reached for his hand to hold in your own and asked, "what do you mean?"

"shouldn't you have a fever if you've got a virus or somethin'?" arvin inquired while you paused to think about it.

"well, maybe, but i don't kn-" you stopped yourself when you saw arvin's face morph from hard mentation to clear realization. it almost scared you a little at how he wasn't immediately telling you what he was thinking. "arv, everything alright?"

he was trying so hard to block out the stuff that happened with lenora that he forgot one key detail, the reason why lenora was sick in the first place.

arvin's wide and worried eyes looked down at you and he can't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner. it would make complete sense. "do you think that you could be pregnant?"

it was your turn to take a moment to answer while you thought back on the past several weeks. it didn't hit you until now that you were late by at least a month and all your current symptoms lined up with arvin's suggestion.

you moved to sit up in your bed, arvin ready to aid you if you needed it, and as you rose in your spot, the emotions inside you followed suit. "would it be okay if i am? would you be okay with that?" you asked with watery eyes.

arvin was scared as hell to be a father, but with you, he felt like he could do it. once again, that fear that you would follow lenora's footsteps if he wasn't there for you shot through him and that in combination with his love and need to protect you showed when he reached forward to hold you to his chest.

"if it's okay with you, then it's okay with me," arvin muttered into your hair before he pressed his lips to the crown of your head, "i'm glad it's a baby and that you're not dying on me. i don't know what i'd do with myself if i didn't have you."

you chuckled into his blue shirt and looked up at the man you loved. "i'm not going away that easily."

he smiled down at you and wiped away the tears on your cheeks before he responded with a simple and short, "good."