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🧪 twenty-two. say yes to heaven ☆ ⊹ ࣪.⋆༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚
Valeria woke up on a frosty morning to an empty bed. The mattress and the wrinkled bed sheets still had his imprint on the side that her husband had slept on the night before. Her hand reached forward, her bony fingers were outstretched, and she traced the imprint that Joel left behind. She felt him kiss her forehead in her sleep, but she still was a little disappointed when he didn't wake her up properly and say goodbye. Still, Joel had early patrol with Tommy, so she wasn't disappointed. A wave of nausea had rushed over Valeria, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut, and she rushed over to the clean bathroom before hunching over the toilet bowl, vomit surging through her esophagus.
And so it began.
Valeria spat the last chunks into the toilet bowl and she stood up on wobbly legs as she flushed the toilet. She sniffled softly, tears welling in her eyes, and her mouth felt warm as she moved to brush her teeth. This whole pregnancy thing had her so paranoid that she couldn't help herself from crying and feeling bad. She would tell Joel about it today when he and Tommy came back to Jackson from patrol.
She showered, got dressed for the day, and made sure that she was okay enough to carry on with her tasks. As Valeria walked around the house to get her chores done, she noticed that there was an empty ceramic plate and fork left behind on the dining room table. Joel must've left it there and clean it up when he got back. Not that Valeria wouldn't mind it, but whatever, she still cleaned it. She went back upstairs, grabbed a basket full of their dirty clothes, and she began walking to the laundromat.
Valeria hated the snow.
She loved winter when it rained because she liked curling up on the worn out couch near the fireplace while she read a book. Sometimes, she would lay against her husband's chest and relax from there. The coldness of the snow was something that Valeria hated because it was so bitter and it felt like a booming smack to her face. The brunette paused her journey to the laundromat when she saw Tommy walking down the steps of his wooden porch and she immediately walked up to him.
"You playing hooky or what?" asked Valeria, readjusting the laundry basket on her hip. "I thought you and Joel had patrol together."
"Valeria, please. I drank way too much last night." said Tommy, letting out a sickly groan and Valeria knew that he was hungover from the enormous amount of whiskey he drank at the stupid dance. "Here, let me help you with your laundry."
The brunette didn't object nor agree as Tommy took the laundry basket and she walked side by side with her brother-in-law. Her relationship with him was eh. They didn't get along nor did they argue like crazy, but they talked to each other as if they were acquaintances and nothing less. She listened to the washer bang up and rattle, causing her to worriedly furrow her eyebrows, but she didn't say anything about it as she placed the clothing basket atop of the rattling washer.
