Louis POV
feel free to comment as you read guys I love seeing your reactions :) I really would like some feedback on this one.
I'm really upset and this is some of the stuff that would help to cheer me up.
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My eyes sprung open to a phone ringing from the nightstand. Josie groaned, kicking her feet against the mattress.
She started to lift up, and I pressed her back down, reaching over her to get the ringing phone. I ran a hand down my face, seeing it was her mother again.
I glanced at the clock, silenced it, and settled back down next her, her eyes glazed over and staring at my sternum with no sign of life behind them.
I grabbed her hand, "Hey, look at me."
She slowly lifted her gaze to mine.
My thumb ran over her knuckles, "What are you thinking?"
"I can't.." she whispered, "I just can't deal with her right now. Does she not.. think I'll call her when I go into labor? I can't keep answering her calls only for her to ask me how the hell I am," she burst, and I brought her knuckles to my lips.
"It's okay, baby. She's just worried."
"She's worried? I'm 4 days past worried and her calling me every second of every—"
"Let's go on a walk."
She paused her rant. "A walk?"
"You need some fresh air," I said, and she let out a stress-filled exhale at my suggestion. "Maybe it could help get Sammy moving around too. Let's go on a walk."
She stared at me, frowning, her voice softened when she said, "But my feet are swollen."
"No big deal. We can drive instead."
Her frown didn't let up, "Do I have to change?"
"No, baby. Of course I want the world to see my pregnant wife's Pokémon pajama pants."
She finally gave in and smiled a little, sitting up and pulling the blanket off while she threw her legs over the edge.
I saw the exact moment her eyes connected with the hospital bag, sitting next to the door, untouched. Her smile wavered and she looked away, sliding into her overused shoes on the side of the bed.
I met her eyes, "Let's take it with us. Just incase, yeah?"
She messed with her fingers, quickly picking it up as she noticeably gained an inch of hope, "Yeah. Just incase."
"Good," I kissed her temple.
"Good," she repeated.
Going on a drive was the best decision I'd made in a long time.
Seeing her up and glowing with laughter again, the sun beaming off of her outdoor-deprived skin as she stuck her arm out the window, relaxed and smiling was all I could ask for. Regardless of the fact that her hair was a rat's nest.
