𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖓 • 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖘

65.

Chloe
I woke up the next morning and I didn't feel Joe at my bedside for the first time in awhile. Worried, I walked out from the bedroom and I could smell the aroma of bacon and eggs being cooked in the kitchen.

When I looked into the kitchen, there stood Joe. His hair was in a low bun, he was wearing a pair of black and red Nike shorts and was shirtless. What a man!

He noticed me from afar and looked back at me with a smile on his face.

"Hey babe."

"Hey." I said, "Good morning."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He asked as he flipped some Panikeke batter on the pan over the oven.

I nodded, "I did. How come you're cooking breakfast when I usually cook for us?"

"I wanted to cook for you baby. It's been awhile since I've done this for you anyways, but it's in my Samoan culture to adore cooking and I wanted to make you something nice."

"Aww! You're the sweetest man alive."

"Am I now?"

I looked at him with a smile as he handed me a plate of breakfast. He was definitely an amazing cook.

After breakfast was finished a half hour later, we went out for awhile to take in some fresh air and enjoy each other's company.

Suddenly, I looked over to my left and seen two parents with their children as they were laughing and holding an ice cream cone in their hand.

When the miscarriage happened, it torn me apart on the inside. I was happy for the couple nonetheless; however, Joe was quick to notice that my demeanor had changed and he could tell when I was upset.

"Hey babe. Are you alright?"

I shook my head, "Not really."

"How come?"

I looked behind myself and seen the happily family together and Joe's face started to grow more concerned after realizing that I was saddened at the sight; wishing that we could have experienced that moment.

"Oh." He said, "How about I treat you to something...like dinner tonight to get your mind off of things?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Alright. Where would you want to go?"

"How about the restaurant down the street from here?"

"Sure baby. Anything that'll bring a smile to your face, I'll do it."

We walked into a restaurant and made our small reservations in a private section to avoid the paparazzi. Sadly, I watched as another family walked into the restaurant and took a seat.

"What would you want, sweetheart?" The father asked.

"A cheeseburger and some french fries!" Said a little girl.

"Coming right up!"

"Thank you, mommy! Thank you, daddy!"

"You're welcome. You're doing so great in school and we're super proud of you!" The mother replied.

While Joe was about to order, he raised an eyebrow and looked over at me.

"Honey, is everything alright?"

"Yeah." I paused, "Everything's okay."

He noticed my demeanor had dropped and he looked behind me from afar and seen the happy family together. Joe's facial expression grew from deeply concerned, to quickly noticing what was bothering me and tried to distract me.