𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐞 • Joost Klein

𝐈𝐕 • 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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A/N: okay this is the last time I ramble about this, but i'm really sorry if you guys aren't enjoying the storyline of this story, i've seen some people saying that it's bad, so i want to apologise if it has been. i've always enjoyed writing and i'm looking into seeing if i can make a career of it, so i've been experimenting with my writing etc. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy, stay safe and remember your loved <33 !!! don't hesitate to reach out to me if ever need someone to talk too, im always here !! - love daisy

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"Hey, Lizabeth." I smiled, placing the vase of flowers on the small table beside her hospital bed. "Let's let some light in." I walked over to the curtains, pulling them open so the morning sun could shine in, casting a warm glow over the room. I sighed, walking back to her bed and studying her sleeping figure. The sound of the ventilator filled the room, making her small chest rise and fall rhythmically.

I sank into the chair beside her, slipping my fingers between hers and gently stroking the top of her palm with my thumb. I hummed softly, my eyes never leaving her face. "Oh." I mumbled, leaning forward to pull out the red nail polish from my bag. "I brought something for you. Gotta make sure you look your best." I smiled, turning her hand face down on the bed and opening the nail polish bottle.

"Red has always looked good on you." I laughed, blowing gently on her wet nails before resting her now-painted hand on her stomach. I stood up, making my way to the other side of the bed to repeat the process on her other hand.

"Do you think I'd be a good mum?" I asked, looking at her, waiting as if she might respond. The silence hung heavily in the air, punctuated only by the beeping of the monitors and the hiss of the ventilator. I shook my head softly, finishing her last nail. "I hope so." I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

I sat back down, my eyes filling with tears as I looked at her peaceful face. "You always knew what to say." I murmured, squeezing her hand gently. A knock brought me out of my tearful thoughts. I turned towards the door, my eyes meeting Joost, who was standing there with two coffees. I smiled at him, wiping the stray tear that had fallen down my cheek with my hand. "Hey." I said softly as he stepped in, handing me the coffee.

"How is she?" he asked gently, sitting down next to me. "The same as yesterday... and the day before." I replied, taking a sip of the hot coffee. "Thank God for coffee. It's the only thing I can stomach right now." I said, trying to fill the silence in the room. "Do you like her nails?" I asked, tilting my head towards her hands.

Joost nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "Very fancy." he said, smiling. I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head, then exhaled deeply. "I got both you girls a gift." he said softly, his breath warm on my scalp.

"And what's that?" I asked, pulling away to look up at him. He smirked, standing up and pulling a small box from his pocket. "Here." he said softly, holding it out to me. I raised an eyebrow, taking it from him and opening it. Inside were two silver rings. The bands were intricately carved with flowers, and a heart adorned the middle, one with an 'L' and the other with a 'J.' Both rings had a small sapphire set in the corner of the heart.

"Oh my God, Joost." I said softly, pulling out the 'L' ring and slipping it onto Lizabeth's finger. "They're beautiful." I said, my voice shaking as I tried not to cry.