Mágoa | SB19 Josh [SB19 Series #4]

23

Grace's POV

I sighed as soon as Josh and I entered my condo unit. We had a tiring but fun day, courtesy of Paige and Clark's wedding.

It was an epic wedding and I haven't danced that hard in my life. Of course, I had to hold off the alcohol since I was pregnant. But I chugged water like I was chugging drinks at a party.

Josh was low-key at the wedding reception. Nobody except Paige and Clark bothered him. I was not even sure if the people invited were well aware that a celebrity was in their midst.

It was for the best though. We didn't want to take the attention away from the newlyweds.

"My feet are killing me," I complained to Josh as I stepped off my shoes and plopped on the couch. "I need a rub," I added.

Josh smiled at me. "I'd be happy to give your feet a rub," he said, plopping on the floor. He placed one foot on his lap and began massaging. "I think this would be my role for the rest of our marriage. I'd be your foot rubber for all eternity."

I smiled back at my husband as he massaged my foot, feeling rather blessed that I got stuck with this man forever.

"This feels like heaven," I sighed contentedly, letting Josh run his hands all over my feet.

"You want to go to heaven?" he asked suggestively, raising his left eyebrow up and down.

I lightly smacked his head with a throw pillow. "I like it here on earth," I retorted.

"Ahh. That means no sex. That's too bad," he replied, his lips pouting.

"Hmmmm. Maybe we can go to heaven tomorrow?"

"I'll take tomorrow," Josh said, his grin wide.

"Tomorrow it is then."

***

I woke up early the next morning feeling extra tired. It was like I didn't want to get out bed. I just wanted to lie down and roll like a hotdog.

I sighed, torn between wanting to stay in bed or get up because I have to go to work soon.

"Are you okay?" Josh asked me. His eyes were still sleepy, his head was wrapped in our blanket. "You seem wound up."

"I feel fine," I answered him. Even if I don't. I feel so tired. Maybe this was the result of all the dancing last night.

"Did you take your medication?" Josh asked, worriedly.

I nodded.

"Do you want me to make pancakes?" he offered.

I nodded again. I wasn't about to say no to pancakes. "Yes please," I replied meekly.

"Okay," Josh said, slowly getting up. I could tell that he was still sleepy and that he wanted to sleep some more. But his wife just really wanted him to make pancakes so he had to do it.

Sometimes I feel bad for Josh. He was dealing with a lot of things. SB19 was making him super busy. And I was contributing to his busyness.

Babawi ako, hubby. I promise.

"Ligo ka na," Josh said, before softly closing the door behind him as he left for the kitchen.

I sluggishly made my way towards the bathroom and sat on the toilet, my face on my hands. I feel so tired. It was like my energy stores had been depleted.

And my day was just starting.

I peed, sighing. Maybe I should exercise? Pregnant women can exercise, right? I've seen it all over social media. Just something light, though. I could never do lifting even if I had no baby growing inside of me.