Nick and Charlie mpreg

10. Do this for our baby, char

[tw: eating disorders, mental health,sh, body issues, sick

(This is a major trigger chapter, read at your own risk. Just remember, your perfect❤️)

Charlie spring:

We finally moved into our house, we fucking did it.

The walls of our new home felt as they were in closing on me, indicating a warm and cozy sensation.

Sitting at the dining room table I stared at my phone, waiting for Nick to message me back.

Nick was at work, the house was silent and the clocks ticking was beginning to get to my head. The cold lasagne in front of me was making me grow nauseous, I wanted to throw it against the wall and run away, I'm growing so big.

I know I'm 6 months pregnant, but this isn't fair. I don't want to look like this, I don't want to be big, I was so skinny, I loved it. The adrenaline of not eating was euphoric, my mind craved for more each and every time.

Then Nick came, my wonderful, beautiful Nick. The man who held me when I cried, the man who cleaned the dripping blood from my wrists when my hands were to shaky to do it myself.

My fingers began to tremble, causing me to drop my fork and look away. My phone then vibrated, it was a call from Nick.

I pulled my hoodie sleeve over my hands and wiped my eyes, the salty tears running down my face and my eyes begging for instant help.

I picked up the phone, putting on a plastic face and concealing my inner demons, my leg bouncing under the Table.

"Hey" Nick smiled, I propped my phone up against the water that was sat beside me, "hey" I breathed out.

"You okay ?" He questioned, I looked at him.

He was sat in the car, his hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat running downward. "yeah, I-I'm fine" I pushed out, "just.." I picked up a peace of lasagne of the plate, trying not to projectile vomit everywhere, "just eating.." i mumbled quietly.

It was rather silent for a moment, "you gonna eat it ?" Nick questioned, his face full of concern, "hm ?"

"Are you going to eat that, Charlie, you look really apprehensive" he said distressed. "I'm just not hungry nick, I've eaten enough today" I smiled.

"What" he said, "what, what ?" I laughed.

"What have you eaten, Charlie" his voice was getting more sterner . "um" I began feeling nauseous, my stomach turning. "Nick I'll be back-" I gagged, running over to the kitchen sink and throwing up.

"Right, I'll be home in 5 minutes he said",
"No nick wait-" by the time I'd finished my sentence he had hung up.

I panicked, running upstairs and jumping into bed, pulling the covers over me and sobbing. I'm so fat, I'm like a whale .

Nick Nelson:

I walked into the house, it was oddly quiet.

I started panicking, throwing my keys on the table and practically ripping my jacket off. I went into the kitchen first, the smell of fresh herbs filled the air.

Charlie was nowhere to be seen.

His lasagne sat on the table i prepared for him before I left for work, bare and untouched. I then heard a small sob, my mind began racing as i found myself sprinting up the stairs like never before.

"Charlie ?!" I bellowed panicked, dashing through the hallways.

Once I arrived at our door I saw it was slightly open, I barged in too see Charlie sat in bed, his head in his hands.

"Charlie" I whispered, he looked up. His face stained with tears and his cheeks patchy.

"Oh sweetheart, what's going on" I walked over to him and sat beside him, not daring to touch him incase he'd fallen into an episode.

" 'm sorry Nick" he mumbled, his voice raw and full of no emotion. "I just can't eat, I can't do it"

"Do this for our baby, char" I sighed, stroking his hand gently.

I'm sorry this is really bad, I'm really ill.