𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

Tease

** THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE GORE! **

(The Next Day)

BILL

I wake up again, the house is quiet. The sun shines into our room, making my eyelids a bright shade of orange. I slowly open my eyes, the sun blinds me from seeing if Lena came out last night or not. I sit up, the sun leaves my eyes. The door is still closed, and probably locked. I frown. Feeling bad about last night, but maybe it was for the best. I didn't want to hurt her more. I get up, walking over to the door.

I try the handle, it's open. She lays asleep sideways on the floor. This makes me feel like shit. It brings me to the reality that my actions to her last night was the worst thing to do. She needed me. And I left her alone. I'm a terrible husband. Terrible. She doesn't deserve that. I need to be better for her. I sit down on the floor next to her, observing her chest. She's breathing. I put my hand near her nose, definitely breathing.

Thank god. She looks a bit pale from her sickness the night before. I pet her hair gently to wake her, her eyes slowly open, exhaustingly fluttering at me. I smile at the fact she's even alive. She could've done anything last night in here, but she didn't. I'm grateful. Her eyes twitch and turn red, overcoming with tears. My heart shatters. In my head I'm screaming for her to stop. To forget it all. Be happy, it didn't happen.

In my head, I'm on my knees, crying to god to give us that child the right way. But my prayers were not sent, my screams not heard through the thickness of depression she's in. She doesn't even notice. She pulls me into a hug, and I can't help but cry back. I squeeze her tightly, not wanting to ever let go. She hugs back weakly, her arms hooked around my shoulders.

I pull away but not enough for her weak arms to slip from my body. I cup her face in my hands, her cheeks are a bit puffy and warm. Like she could still get sick. But I don't care. She needs to know that I realize my mistake, even if she didn't think it was. I kiss her softly, letting her know those unspoken words.

She tightens her weak grip, kissing back more passionately than I expected. I smile against her lips, grateful for this small action. When I pull away, a tiny smile is plastered acrossed her face. I tilt my head, making her giggle. I smile wider at this, it's music to my ears. My healer is her laughter, her happiness.

"I love you Bill." She becomes serious, but her smile doesn't leave. That's all I need to see. "I love you too, Lena. I'm sorry I got mad last night, I just hate myself for not being able to help more than I maybe could." She runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. I melt into her, resting my head on her shoulder while her other hand slides down my side to my thigh, where it rests.

My hands firm around her waist, keeping her close. She fidgets with strands of my hair. She always referrers to my hair as ' midnight. ' But I like that term. Just because it's hers. "There's nothing for you to do, honey. We just have to deal with it, and maybe try again." This is not like her lately. I know who has given her this motive. My idiot brother, who sometimes really isn't an idiot but he just seems that way.

"But I fear rushing you, it is a lot to recover from that. I can't bring myself to rush you." She chuckles, twisting a loc of my hair between her fingers. "You won't rush me. You know damn well I would tell you how I felt." I do know. And she's right. She would. She never hides things from me, which is why I've been so worried and mostly stressed about her these past months. She's been quiet, and kept to herself. Like 2 months ago, I almost lost her. I remember the whole night like it was 5 minutes ago.