Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Chapter 5

He's smarter than I truly realize.

He was acting.

Nate's not fine. He was pretending to be okay so I wouldn't worry.

I'm so on to him..

"Are you okay?" I ask Nate as he rested his head on our kitchen table.

His hair covered his face, and his head was buried in his arms.

"Nate?" I ask sitting down.

"Yeah." He whined silently.

"Headache?" I ask him, placing my hand on his arm.

"No." He answered, his voice was muffled.

"Are you lying Nate?" I ask him calmly.

He was hesitant for a moment.

"Yes.." He then answered.

With a small laugh, I tap his arm, making him barely look up.

"Do you wanna go lie down?" I ask him.

"No." He said quietly.

With a sigh, I look over to him move his arm back.

"Nate, you haven't been sleeping properly for like a month." I say to him with a sigh. "Please?"

He looked at me then sighed.

"Don't worry about me, Morgan. Worry about our daughter." He said silently.

"I do worry about our daughter, but I also worry about the father of my daughter." I tell him.

With a sharp breath, he closed his eyes.

"Sleeping is.. Well, my mind wanders. Every time I try to sleep, I never get any sleep." He said. "I don't understand why, but I don't like it."

He opened his eyes again then drew a faint breath.

"Maybe you should talk to someone, hun." I say to him. "It might help you."

"I'm okay, really. I guess I'm just having a hard time. But everything is okay."

I look at him for a moment.

Upon a closer examinaion, I notice one thing. I think he needs to see a doctor. He just looks sick. Scrawny and sick.

I should tell him to see a doctor.

But if I do, he might get mad. He's literally that person that gets defensive fast if you think he needs help.

"Hey, Nate?" I start silently.

"Hey Morgan?" He copied me.

"Can you do me a favour?" I ask him.

"Sure." His voice was muffled.

Taking a deep breath, I look away from my phone, which was our makeshift baby monitor for the baby.

I didn't want to buy baby monitors, due to the price, so when the baby goes down for her naps, Nate leaves his phone in our room, either on a phone call with me or Face Time. His phone is on Mute and mine is usually on speaker.

It really works for when we're watching movies and we can't hear her over the movie.

Looking back to Nate, I notice he hasn't lifted his head at all.

"Nate, go see a doctor please?"

Nate looked up from his little ball before he looked at me. "A doctor?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Why?" He asked me.

"Just do it for me, please? Just go see a doctor, is all I'm asking, Nate." I say him calmly, hoping it would get though to him.

He looked at me for a moment then sighed calmly.

"If it will make you feel any better, then I will go.." He said to me. "Not because I want to, because I know I have no choice."