𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙 ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕤 - Aryia X OC

ℝ𝕙𝕪𝕞𝕖 𝟛𝟠 - 𝕀 ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕚𝕥!

Hi guys!

I managed to write some more of the chapter I'm working on and I'd say it's half finished, so I'll definitely be keeping the same schedule I planned on Monday (so I'll be posting on Christmas eve, Christmas day, and every day next week) to finish this book on time for 2024 which is when I'll be changing y/n's name and writing it as more of a perspective book and I'll also be posting books 2 and 3 from her perspective for the remainder of the series :3

Either way, I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

Summary: Aryia finds out that Evra is pregnant

Chapter song: Hope Ur Doing Ok - Aryia

WARNINGS: Language. 

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In the following days, I felt so sick. My nausea had been cropping up left, right and center and I had to try and stop myself from taking anti-sickness tablets every time my nausea cropped up.

This also meant that Aryia was being increasingly more vigilant in watching and taking care of me, though it only made me feel worse since he didn't know the real reason I was feeling and being sick so much. He had joked that whatever it was that I picked up in Costa Rica was coming back again but stopped after realizing that it wasn't helping.

I felt a little better after a day of bedrest, though I hadn't managed to do any work since every time I opened my mouth to sing, I felt the urge to puke. I felt bad for all the kids I had let down when it came to teaching them how to play music. Aryia had been the one to say to go back to bed and get some rest so that I didn't pass on the bug to any of them or their families which I thought was sweet; as even though he didn't know the reason why I was being sick, he obviously cared about people; and this was just another reason why I thought he would be an amazing dad. I was glad that I was feeling better too, since Kévin and Reggie had agreed to go out with The Camboys to do some filming and had invited Aryia to join them.

Of course, he had initially refused so he could look after me for the night as he had been since my symptoms first started to flare up. But he needed a break from nursing me back to health, and since he was still unaware of my condition, I felt bad for making him feel like he needed to take care of me. Another reason why I told him to go – and arguably the most important one – was because I knew he hadn't been feeling that well in himself lately either. Other than the odd gym session with Kévin, he hadn't been out of the house or seen any of his other friends, and I wanted him to have fun. We'd talked about his feelings and I'd validated them as I always had, apologizing that I was the reason he was staying behind and urged him to go out and have fun with the other people he loved. Besides this however, he also admitted that he had been in a bit of rut about I Kissed a Guy recently since it wasn't as real as any of the other songs he'd posted and was considering taking it down which I also validated along with the rest of his feelings. So after deciding he would leave it up for another month or so for everyone to listen to – before eventually taking it down – he decided that he would attend the get-together with his other friends.

"Take it a day at a time." I told him. "I don't wanna put you off going, but I want you to go and hang out with everyone if it makes you feel better than being cooped up in the house with me." I reaffirmed.

"Yeah, but... I don't wanna leave you when you feel like shit."

"Aryia." I said his name strongly, holding his face in my hands and squishing his cheeks. "I'm fine. I've been feeling like this since Costa Rica and I'm used to it. So if you wanna go and hang out with your friends, I'd rather you go and do that so that you stop feeling like shit."

"And make you feel even worse?" He joked.

I pouted. "Not funny." I told him, "Because I feel kinda like I'm holding you back from getting the most out of life."