:: 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Cramps and ice cream

Aaron

When I open the front door Ella is not there to kiss me on the cheek and ask about my day. Nor is she in the kitchen trying new recipes with the cookbooks I got for her.

"Ella? Love, where are you?" I call.

"I'm upsta"- she grunts. "Upstairs", she shouts. I feel a whole range of emotions from her. Pain, anger, sadness and happiness all at one. So many emotions. I immediately head for the stairs, tugging on my tie the whole way up.

Juliette/Ella

By the time I hear the bedroom door opening I'm overcome with another cramp that has me wincing into my pillow. Gods damn me, why did I have to be a girl.

"Ella? Hey, whats wrong love?" Aaron asks, worry filling his voice. He makes his way over to me then kneels to the side of our bed making eye contact with me.

"Cramps." I whisper barley loud enough for even myself to hear. I shouldn't be embarrassed. We're married for damn sakes. But embarrassment stills creeps under my skin as Aaron looks at me confused.
"Cramps," I say a little louder. He smiles, then nods, taking off his tie from his neck and dropping his blazer to the floor. He crawls over me, careful not to put any weight on me, settles right behind where I lay, curled on my side, and pulls me over so my head is on his chest and I'm staring at the ceiling.

We lay there for a while, Aaron stroking my hair like always. I shift so that I'm looking upward into his eyes, the beautiful jades already on mine. We stare. Then our moment of peace is overrun by the blinding pain of another cramp. I wince, slamming my eyes shut as hard as I can. I wish they would just go away. A small tear slips from my eye, followed by another.

Aaron's thumbs meets my cheeks, wiping away the salty drops. Then his lips meet my temple.
"Sweetheart, do you need anything?" Gods I love this man so much.

"I need a lot of things. Pads, ice cream, chocolate, oh and I really want a new book. And a heat pack." Aaron looks at me a moment then kisses my cheek and moves to leave. But I don't want him to leave me.

I try to respond just as another cramp comes on, making my words slur. "Whereareyougoing?" 

Aaron chuckles a little, "I'm going to the store, I'll be back soon love."

I didn't think he was being serious when he asked what I wanted. But before I can say anything, Aaron is already opening the front door. I hear it shut with a small crash.

Pain erupts in my lower stomach again, making me cry out. I really want to take a shower. That's what I need. I shrug the covers off of my body and sit up slowly, trying not to swirl my stomach. I take advantage of my short amount of time without a cramp and walk or waddle to the bathroom, strip off and climb into the shower. Our shower has a little tub at the bottom to catch the water that tries to escape and flow away. So I sit under the hot spray of the shower, angled so that the spray hits me right in the stomach, the water hot enough to make some of the cramp pain ease. Then, without noticing, I begin to doze off with my head against the shower wall.

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I'm awoken by Aaron, his hand running up and down my arm as though trying to wake me without scaring me. My eyes crack open slightly, met with concerned jade ones looking over my face. I try to peel myself off of the wall to stand, but I almost fall over. Aaron's arms reach out to grab me, "Careful love," and he settles me back down. He disappears for a moment then returns back with a big grey fluffy towel and holds it open for me. I stand from the floor, turn off the shower knobs, and walk into the towel. Aaron folds me into the towel then picks me up bride style and walks toward our bedroom. I rest my head on his shoulder and let out a groan.

"Shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'll get your heat pack and ice cream in a minute."

A small mumble is my only reply as he lowers me to our bed and slides his hands from around me.

Aaron
I take a guess at what clothes Ella wants right now. Sweatpants and one of my t-shirts, socks and underwear. My beautiful girl is laying right where I left her, only now she is curled up.

"Come on love, let's get you dressed." I slip my arms under her back and neck and guide her to a sitting position. I take the towel from around her and my eyes immediately catch on the dark red stain in the middle of it.

Ella looks at me with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry Aaron." She chokes out. I run my hand up and down her back, and kiss her forehead. "Don't ever apologise to me about anything like this again." She nods and sniffles her nose. I grab my black t-shirt and she lifts her arms up so I can gently tug it down her body. I lean down and press a kiss to her stomach, and then reach for the underwear. After I get them over her ankles I glide them up her smooth legs, kissing her thighs as I go, and repeat the same motion as I put her sweatpants on. 

She's so beautiful, everyday I wait for the moment when I'll wake up and be that shell of my self in the sector. That I will no longer have her. I honestly don't know what I would do if I didn't have her.

"I'll get your heat pack and pads. Do you want the ice cream or chocolate? Or both?"

"Neither. I just want you... and that heat pack." That earns her a chuckle from me. I kiss the tip of her nose and make my way downstairs.

I return to our bedroom and hand Ella the pack of pads, and while she goes to the bathroom I set down the tea I made her, along with the heat pack and book, then I get myself changed into grey sweatpants and a green shirt.

Ella is already in bed with her new heat pack and book, reading. She looks up from her book to reveal her beautiful face to me. Gods, I am the luckiest man on earth. I lift the covers and slide under, wrapping my arms around her delicate frame. The tension in her muscles almost makes mine ache as touch her waist.

"Love, you have a lot of tension in your muscles, do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Yes please." She nods her head enthusiastically as I sit up a little and put my hands on either side of her waist. I start with small circular motions up and down her sides then flow into a light kneeding. By the time I look up, the book ella was once holding is on her chest and her eyes are closed, her chest rising slightly with every breath.

I kiss her cheek and shift so that she's against my chest, and I too, fall into a dark oblivion as sleep claims me too.

1256 WORDS!! I've had this in my drafts waiting to be finished for like a month but I didn't have any motivation until now and it's currently 2:25am and I have to wake up at 6:30 so wish ya girl luck 😭 anyway make sure to go follow my booktok account @mrssriorson
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