Paradise To Hell///Book 2

Love~Love Paradise

Laurance's P.O.V.

1 month later...

I woke up to hear mumbling. I looked over at (Y/N). Her hands had tighten into fists. This has been happening a lot the last week. She had tears on the edge of her eyes. I brushed a lock of her hair off her beautiful face. Her breathing was becoming irregular. I grabbed her hands and rubbed circles into them. I learned from my past experiences with this to just loosen the tighten muscles, to relieve some of the stress instead of waking her up. She sat up quickly, pulling her hands away from me and placing them over her heart. Her breathing was heavy as she took in deep breaths. "Are you okay?" I asked. She glanced over at me.

"Yeah. Just another dream..." some of the tears ran down her cheeks.

"You ready to talk about it?" I asked, putting a hand on her back. She tensed.

"N-No. Not this one..." she trailed off.

"Okay... you do know I love you... right?" I asked. She nodded. "Good. You also know you don't have to be afraid to share these things with me."

"I know..." she sighed. "I just can't decide... I'm afraid to." I pulled her into a hug.

"I know your afraid, but today we're all supposed to hang out and have a good time. Are you still up for that?"

"Yeah... I guess." She sighed. I checked the time. "Well it's still really early, do you want to stay up or try to sleep?"

"I'll try to sleep," she said, closing her eyes and laying on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep to the sound of her light breathing.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

When I woke up Laurance was still asleep... that was a little different. I wiggled out of his arms, doing my best to not wake him and tip toed downstairs. The coffee was ready, I poured myself half a cup and sat on the counter, taking small sips. Lucinda was right, you do get used to the bitterness. I set the mug down and sighed. I'm entering my third trimester this Friday... and it's Tuesday. I rubbed my face roughly. "Hi," I turned around to look at Laurance.

"Hey," I smiled. He walked over to me and sat next to me. He grabbed my mug and took a sip. His face scrunched up a bit.

"I still don't know how you drink this," he says.

"Well, like Lucinda says. You get used to the bitterness." I said taking the mug from his hands and taking a few more sips.

"Something wrong?" He asked. I set the mug down and looked at the floor.

"Friday's the third trimester..." I trailed off.

"I know. Then it'll be a few more months, then the baby will be in our arms," he sighed.

"Do you think you're ready?" I asked, looking up at him. He gave me a confused look.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I shrugged. "Are you starting to have doubts?"

"Not really... just something my dad said a while back. It's been troubling me this last month. Something that is making me kinda have some doubts."

"What'd he say?"

"Well he was upset that I was pregnant... I kinda got angry with him, then he tried to explain. I honestly didn't want to believe him, but another part of me told me he was telling the truth. Then he showed me a memory, one from when I was a baby... I killed Aphmau's dad," I bit my lip, looking away. Tears were threatening to fall. "I wanted to tell her... but... I just... I just couldn't do it!" I cried. Laurance wrapped his arms around me.

"You really are all over the place huh?" He mumbled. "But I still don't know what this has to do with our child."

"Before... I... before that happened, be told me I was c-cursed, go figures. Lilac... she's... well-" the front door burst open. We broke apart and turned to see who it was.