lavender blessings

managing

⭐️ doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love ⭐️

month: 4th

It was painful for a few weeks. Constant cravings, constantly tired, emotions changing faster than I walk around the house, you get the idea. And due to the fact that I have to gain some pounds, I looked more chubbier than ever. My bottom started to fill out actually, and so did my somewhat protruding stomach. I hope this kid knows what sacrifices I've made to have them.

Slowly I sat up, and I started to stretch my arms. I could feel my stomach rise with me. Tom was on his laptop, possibly on his tumblr or something. Soon I rest my head on his shoulder. He smiled, then he wraps his arm around me. I felt so loved when I was in his arms, so I purred.

"Ohh baby, this feels so... Good~" I moaned softly.

"Glad it does," Tom said, in a seductive tone. "But I know what else will feel good~"

"...What?"

"Penetrating you~"

I blush a deep red, stammering. I could feel myself feel a little hotter than usual, and instantly Tom's lips met mine. He closed the laptop, then went to pull me on top of him. I kissed him back passionately, wanting to feel every inch in his mouth. I could taste a small dash of alcohol, which made me kiss him more.

I bit his bottom lip, and he instantly moaned. His moans were God's greatest creation. So, I kept biting on them softly. He moaned even more, and my hands ran up his neck to his hair. My hands then trailed back down and started to lift up his shirt. I just wanted... More.

But obviously, I couldn't.

I quickly pulled away and I ran into the bathroom. My stomach was making weird flips and it made me throw up, at least in the toilet. I felt like shit; this was bullshit. Immediately I heard Tom rush into the bathroom. His shirt was almost taken off completely since my hands had a mind of their own.

"Jesus, are you okay Tord?!" He asked, a bit concerned.

"N-No," I moaned weakly.

Tom sighed and bent down, and he started to rub my back. It made me feel better, so I moaned more. Slowly I picked my head up, and I looked at Tom. His face went a little sad; he saw how beat up I looked. It's not my fault this kid keeps me up at night.

"T-Tord, you look like you haven't slept in days," Tom said concerningly.

"I-I know," I replied softly. "I-It's not my fault this kid... Is driving me nuts."

"R-Rest, honey. Please."

"I don't know..."

"Please?"

I couldn't say no to him; he was just too precious. Slowly I yawned and then fell into his arms. His arms went around me; a perfect fit.

"Carry me to the bed," I whispered.

Tom didn't reply, but he stood up and picked me up. Slowly, he cared me to the bed and he gently plopped me in it. I was already half asleep.

⭐️

"T-Tom! I thought you said you wanted this baby!" I screamed in horror as I saw an eerie Tom, hovering over me.

I was covered in blood, and Tom held a broken bottle in his hand. He was beating my stomach with it, and he was scaring me immensely.

"Why would I?! You're just a fucking freak! How could someone possibly love such a fat piece of lump like you?!"

"Y-You did," I whimpered, starting to cry.

"DON'T CRY!" Tom screamed, which made me cry more.

Tom then got enraged, then swung his bottle at my stomach at full force.

I woke up screaming loudly when dream Tom's bottle got in contact with my dream stomach. I was starting to cry too; I couldn't handle this. Suddenly I clutched onto the pillow, sobbing loudly.

Immediately Tom burst into the room and went over to me. He was scared shitless, probably because of my screaming. His arms went over me, and suddenly, I felt safe and protected.

"B-Baby, what's wrong?"

"I-I had a-a n-nightmare," I sobbed so much, choking on my words. "Y-You didn't w-want the b-b-baby. And y-you.... Y-you...."

I didn't finish because instantly I started to cry again. Tom's parental instincts already kicked in, and he was hugging me tightly, stroking my hair softly. It was enough to calm me down, but slowly. My breathing was rapid.

"H-Honey, once you're calm, please. Please tell me what happened."

"I-I will," I promised, and slowly but surely I calmed down.

It took a couple of hours but I finally calmed down. Tom was beside me the whole time, which sped up the process. I sniffles, rubbing my eyes.

"Baby, you okay?"

I nodded.

"W-What... What happened?"

Then I told him my nightmare. He immediately felt upset and he hugged me tightly. He started to cry too, but it wasn't as severe as my crying.

"T-Tord, you know, I swear on my life, I would never... Ever say those things to you. You're too precious to me, it broke my heart to ever hear that. Now look at me, honey."

I obeyed and looked at his absence of eyes, which was relaxing. Slowly he planted a small kiss on my forehead, then my lips. I lay down, pulling him on top of me. His hand was resting on my protruding tummy, and I sighed in relief.

"I love you so much. Everyday my heart aches to be with you till the end. I feel so complete, I feel like you're the piece to my puzzle I've been looking for. And if I ever say those things to you ever, you're allowed to leave me and... Not let me see the child."

I cried and just hugged him even more, and Tom cried too. Until eventually, we both calmed down and suddenly, Tom decided to put on some relaxing music. He said this would be perfect for the baby, or babies, he insisted.

Slowly, I fell back asleep. And this time, when I woke up hours later, my nightmare was relinquished and a pleasant dream filled in its place.