Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Still Wounded (Part 1)

It feels sweet. The way he kisses me. The way he touches me. The softness he has. The mumbled I love you's against my lips. It feels sweet. Knowing that my first would be my only.

It would still be sweet. If I told him. Maybe different but sweet.

He wasn't asleep yet. He never just fell asleep after. Not until he knew I was. And I usually would be by now, but I can't. My mind just has far too much on it.

“Aris?”I whispered despite already knowing he was awake.

“Yeah?”

“I want a family.”

Almost instantly, he stiffened, as though I paralyzed him. His hands that had been holding my arms, rubbing shapes on my skin, froze. I swore even his breath on my neck stopped.

“Aris?”I repeated, pulling myself out of his hold to look at him. His face seemed devoid of color, his eyes wide as he stared at me.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? You knew this a long time ago.”

“Why now?”

“Why not now? I mean there are already toddlers here. Why wouldn't we have one?”

“Right now?”

“You said you wanted a family too,”I reminded him.

“I-I do. I just don't think now’s a good idea.”

“Now’s as good as ever. Nothing’s going to change. Nothing's really changed in our years here. Just getting everything set up, which is completely done, and families. We’ve already been together for so long. Why can't we have one?”

“Not now,”He repeated, turning on his side.

“You always say not now. There's always an excuse. Adjusting and being the first ones and something. There's always a reason.”

He didn't say anything, his arms crossed as his head rested on the pillow.

“If you don't want a family, you need to tell me now. I made it clear that was going to be a part of my future. I made it clear that's what I want. You said that you wanted that too. If you’ve spent those years lying to me, leading me on, getting me attached so I would accept not having a kid, let me know right now.”

He didn't speak as he took a shaky breath, his back still turned to me.

“Fine. Don't tell me,”I snapped, grabbing my blanket. Storming off, I found the couch perfectly out of his view. Laying down, I glared at the ceiling as though it was him.

Did he really lie? Make me love him until he knew nobody else would be the same? Did he change his mind and not once think he should tell me? What the hell is going on?

I’m going insane. I swear I’m going crazy right now. This is just some kind of really bad movie because what the actual hell is happening?

Did he lie to me? Did he really lie to me about this?

And if he did, should I walk away forever?