Like A Villain - I Love Noah Sebastian-

39. To Tell Your Tales & Fables

I was newly into my second trimester. Everyone would always tell me how great I looked or how I was "glowing" but I truly felt they were just trying to be nice and blowing smoke up my ass. I hadn't gained a ton of weight yet but definitely started putting on a few pounds. My belly was starting to grow a bit too. So many people said I looked adorable in my pregnancy, but in my delusional mind, I was the same size as a whale. Not only were the hormones playing tricks on me, but lately Noah and I's sex life was almost non-existent compared to how often it was before. It honestly terrified me, thinking maybe he wasn't attracted to me while pregnant, but he was constantly saying he was just exhausted from putting in so much work into the next album. I tried to chalk it up to the fact that he was always just passionate about his music and things will become more normal between us once things slow down in the studio.

He was spending hours at a time out of the house, getting in a lot of one on one sessions with his vocal coach. She was an older lady named Melissa Cross. Noah ran into her at the grocery store and contacted her the very next day. He told me he had been seeing Melissa years back before him and I became serious, and then he went all this time without linking back up with her just because 'he was really busy with a lot of things'. I met her a few times myself and she was very friendly and easy-going. She was very well-renowned in the metal music industry and I would be lying if I said Noah hadn't been making a lot of noticeably large strides in his live vocals over the last couple months since he started back up with her. He was already naturally gifted, but whatever she was doing to train him made his voice more angelic than I thought could ever be possible. Of course, I commended Noah for his gifts but I told him that I was feeling slightly disregarded when it came to my needs. I couldn't hate on the sacrifices he was willing to make to provide for us, so I just had to be patient and hope he would hear my grievances.

This morning, I woke up to a gentle kiss being placed on my lips, and a small, tired smile spread across my face. For the last week, I woke up alone, and it was a pleasant surprise to be woken up by Noah in such a cute way. Maybe he was finally hearing me.

"Good morning baby." I heard him whisper and he kissed me gently on the shoulder.

"Mmm, good morning indeed." I yawned and slowly stretched out my arms and legs. "What time is it?" I mumbled and then slowly snuggled up to him, feeling his arms embracing me.

"It's almost 10, I wanted to sleep in a bit. I figured I would skip the studio today and take you out to breakfast." I melted a bit, just feeling thankful for the little moments with him.

"I would love that." I answered. But first, I gently grazed my fingernails over his chest and and was slowly making my way down to his boxers. Noah smiled and put his hand over mine, stopping me. The disappointment of the rejection came over me, and I couldn't hold my feelings in.

"What's the matter..." I asked him, trying my best not to sound upset.

His smile faded hearing the emotion in my voice.

"Awe nothing baby. I'm just super hungry. Can we take a rain check?" I just looked at him and stewed, convinced he didn't want to sleep with me anymore.

"Noah...it's been weeks. You aren't attracted to me anymore...is that it?" My voice quaked a bit with insecurity and Noah instantly felt bad, hugging me. I started to cry, not able to hold it in. My mind had been constantly racing, thinking maybe he was getting it elsewhere from a beautiful groupie of his or something.

"Oh my god, baby no. No! That's not it at all! You're beautiful! I'm sorry I've been slacking lately honey, but I promise you it has nothing to do with you! It's all me. I've just been tired and overworked." He made me look at him and wiped my tears but I couldn't make eye contact, embarrassed for crying like this.