We'll Be Alright

Chapter 27

Eliana

I wake up, stretching.

I thank God for giving me another day and ask Him to be with me and lead me today.

Fumbling to my left, I search for Fynn.

No Fynn.

No Fynn?

I blink my eyes open, throwing the back of my hand over them as I adjust to the light.

I look to the side.

Indeed no Fynn.

I sit up when a wave of pain hits me.

Groaning, I hold my lower belly.

I shift on the bed and my eyes widen.

Something feels wet.

I look down, "no no no no no"

I groan as I get to my feet, rushing to the bathroom.

"Crap", I whisper, as I look down.

Taking off my pants and underwear, I rush to the bedroom to get some new.

"Don't let him come in", I mumble, "please God , don't let him enter..."

I quickly get the fresh clothes, hurrying back to the bathroom to change.

I exhale deeply in pain before going back to the bedroom.

Lifting the sheet away, a red stain is exposed to my eyes.

It stained the mattress.

"Oh no no no no", I shake my head.

Theres a knock on the door and it cracks open, "baby, you awake?"

I quickly lift the bedsheet over the stain.

"Hm?"

He frowns, looking at the bed with no sheet, "what are you doing?"

"Changing the sheet."

"You... are changing the sheet."

"Yeah."

"First thing in the morning."

"Yep."

He blinks.

"How's your belly?", he begins to walk towards me.

I hold my hands up, "don't."

He tilts his head to the side.

My breathing hitches, "I just want to change the sheet."

"Well, let me help you then", he takes a step closer to the bed.

I rush over to him, "I can do it myself."

"I know you can but let me help you", he attempts to lift the bedsheets.

"No", I hold him back, my hands on his chest.

He looks down at my hands and back up into my eyes, "why are you acting so dramatic?"

I am acting how again?

I poke my tongue against my inner lower lip, "come again?"

He swallows hard.

"You can't accuse me of being dramatic when you have no clue whatsoever. That's not fair."

I point to my chest with my index finger, "I am in pain right now. I am in pain so that I can one day have children. I could choose to not have children at all and just have a endometrial ablation. But I choose pain. I choose and want to give you child—"

He cuts me off by hugging me.

"I'm sorry", he smoothens out my hair, "I'm sorry. You're right."

I exhale shakily against his chest.

"I have no idea what it feels like and I am glad and so thankful that you go through this every month for us", he places kisses on the top of my head, "I'm sorry, baby."

"I'm sorry too", I hug his waist, "I stained your sweatpants."

"It's alright."

"And your sheet."

"It's alright."

"And your mattress."

"It's alright."

He begins to let go of me, "let me just quickly pull a new one over."

"I can do—"

"No, you go and make yourself a cup of coffee and read your bible. I got it."

I go on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek, "I love you."

"And I love you."

I leave the room and do as he said.

Wrapping a grey blanket around my shoulders, I go to the balcony.

I place the cappuccino on the table and lay my bible and my journal next to it.

"How did I get so blessed, Lord?", I fold my hands and support my elbows on the table, leaning my forehead against my interlinked hands, "thank you, Father. Thank you, Jesus."

After a good hour of spending time with God, I go inside again.

I've forgotten all about my cramps while I talked to God.

Though they're only light right now.

Last night was really something else.

Fynn is sitting on the couch, typing on his laptop.

I quietly walk up behind him.

I cup his cheeks, tilting his head backwards and kiss his lips.

My hair falls into his neck.

I pull away, hovering over him.

"I'll go get ready for service."

He stops me by my hand, "you sure you can go?"

My eyes soften and I smile, "I'll be okay."

"Alright."

I turn around to leave when I my gaze lands on the kitchen.

"What's this?", I point to a plate with French toasts.

He woke up and made me breakfast?

He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head, "I wanted to make you breakfast."

"You made me breakfast?"

He nods, his cheeks turning pink.

I walk over to him and place his laptop to the side.

I climb on his lab and hug him.

"It's nothing", he chuckles.

"It's everything", I whisper against his neck.

I let go of him, my hands resting on his chest, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

I stand up and go get ready.

I walk out of the bedroom, putting an earring in.

"How do I look", I say, presenting my khaki maxi dress to him.

"Gorgeous", he smiles, standing up.

He lays his arms around my waist, smirking.

"I'll go change then", he pecks my lips once before letting go of me.

"Do that."

I look at my wristwatch.

We still have time before service begins.

I walk into the kitchen, putting on my apron.

Don't want my dress to get dirty.

I turn on the stove and warm the French toast up in a pan.

Fynn walks out of the bedroom.

He's wearing cream colored pants with a white poloshirt.

"There's my handsome man."