~A Good Love Story~ [an Uprising AU Jella fic]

12-28-1911 (evening) -Jane's POV-

"I could help you. Only if you want my help, of course.."
I'm a tad frozen as she says that. I feel a flutter in my stomach. I've never felt that before. It almost feels reminiscent of the feeling girls at dances described when they looked at the boy they fancied. But I shook it off quickly.
That couldn't be right.
"That would be lovely!" I blurt out without so much of a second thought. She smiles brightly at me. "Perfect! First thing after work tomorrow, then!" She yawns. "I think I'll sleep early tonight. Buona notte, Jane!" She turns and skips to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
"B-buona notte, Bella.." I whisper back. Even though it's just a simple phrase, and even though I had just heard it seconds ago, I just couldn't say it loud enough for her to hear. I would be beyond embarrassed if I were to get something to simple wrong. I know she would forgive me. I know she wouldn't make it a big deal. But it would be a big deal to me.
What if it made it seem like I didn't care about learning it?
What if that made it seem like I didn't care about her?
Another stab to my stomach. I should really eat something...

I'll have something tomorrow.

For now, I need to go to bed. I tip toe to the bedroom and crawl into the small bed that's just big enough for what used to be the three of us. I lay on the far end of the bed and stare up at the ceiling. I know I won't be able to sleep for a while, per usual. I sigh and think about what happened today. I think about how tomorrow, Bella will help me with my studies. I smile at the thought.
I get a feeling in my stomach that I had felt earlier today. But not the normal sharp pain.
A flutter.
A feeling of butterflies.
As I try to understand this odd feeling, Bella rolls over in bed, landing right next to me. I feel my face grow red.
Another flutter.
I don't mind her being closer. It's a very cold night, and the blanket is very thin. Thick, fluffy blankets are one of the only things I miss from my father's home. I shake off the idea, I get nauseous just thinking about the past. There's only the future left.
However, I decide to slip out of bed, take my pillow, and sleep on the floor. I wouldn't want Bella to be embarrassed or uncomfortable from being so close come morning, and I think it's the only way for the butterflies in my stomach to go away.
As I lay on the floor, they don't leave my stomach.
And Bella won't leave my mind.