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corey cott [request] || i just want to hold you

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MEADOW_ENESTAD
[COREY COTT]
[i did it slightly differently than how you explained it, but i felt this worked better than a problematic argument.]

He was awake before me again, was already tying his shoes and putting on his coat when I opened my eyes. With groggy movements, I reached for his hand on the bed and took it in mine. "Where are you going?"

"The theater," he sighed, standing up and dropping my hand. "I have to go to rehearsals."

"Again?" I replied, sitting up with the covers wrapped around me. "You haven't been here at all lately, and I'd like to enjoy your company for more than one night of sleep."

"I have to go," Corey muttered back, not sparing a second glance before walking out the door.

My heart dropped into my stomach, the tears filling my eyes. I hated crying, yet I couldn't seem to make myself stop. I moved on through the rest of the day with blurry vision, having to stop in between stupid little tasks to catch my shaky breath and calm down. When the day ceased its being and the moon and stars centered into the sky, I stopped checking my phone constantly for a text. I instead found a spot on the couch, turned off my phone and turned on the TV.

Nothing satisfied my want of entertainment. Mostly because the entertainment I wanted was in fact affection and those are two different things and you can't replace a want for one thing with another. After surfing through more and more channels, i became frustrated and threw the remote at the door. The batteries busted out of the back, splattering across the floor. A moment later, the door opened.

Corey stepped in, drilling with rain water and bags under his annoyingly beautiful eyes. I stood from the couch hesitantly, crossing my arms over my chest and putting on a stern expression. "Where have you been?" I croaked.

"Work. The theater. Where else?" He sighed and set his things on the ground. He walked past me to the bedroom, a slump in his step and a grimace on his face.

I set a hand on my stomach, feeling the sickness settle in. Instead of making a huge scene of the situation, I took light steps to the bed and sat at the end. Corey lay sprawled out over the messy covers, his head turned away from me.

"Why-"

"Hush," Corey spoke, leaning up to grab me in his bold before falling back onto the bed. "Let's not argue about this, I just want to hold you and talk."

I nodded, kissing his cheek slightly and mumbling a reply, "Why didn't you call to tell me?"

"I didn't have a chance."

"Why- why," my voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. "Why have you been gone so much?"

"Hey," he sat up to look at me better, brushing his fingers through my hair to push it out of my face, "I haven't been gone that much."

"Then why does it seem like that?"

He squinted his eyes in interest, setting a palm to my forehead to check my warmth. "Are you feeling okay?" Corey cradled my face in his hands, wiping away stray tears.

"N-not really," I frowned. I knew why, but I didn't have the confidence to tell him. My anxiety was too great compared to my excitement for the news, and that difference in balance outweighed any decision of telling him.

"Physically, or- or mentally?" Corey's voice lowered to a whisper, an affectionate tone lacing his tongue.

"B-both." I turned my head away from him, pushing my face into the pillow and letting my shoulders shake as I sobbed.

Corey didn't speak again, but instead wrapped his arms around me from behind, planting firm, sporadic kisses around my neck and jaw. He began humming some random lullaby, making the tears stop, and my energy disperse into absolute sleep. When I woke up later that night, I was in pajamas and the covers were wrapped tightly around my body.

The apartment was silent, but I could still feel Corey's presence somewhere in the house. My feelings were found to be right when the bathroom door popped open and he stepped into the bedroom. He gave me a small smile, slipping back under the covers with me and holding me close.

"Feeling any better?" He muttered against my lips.

"Not really. A little, I guess. Now that I know I've been overreacting and everything's okay with you." I replied.

"But?"

"But I need to tell you something," I sighed, sitting up and dropping his arms. Corey's hand trailed around my back, his other fumbling with my fingers. "I-I'm pregnant."

His face lit up and an excited noise escaped his mouth. "Really?" Corey breathed.

"Yeah," I nodded, waiting for the worst part to happen. It didn't come, however, as corey didn't seem put-down at all by the words. His spirits were lifted, the bags visibly leaving his eyes and his tired stature straightening.

"That's amazing!" Corey tackle me in a hug, wiping away any anxiety I had about the situation with kisses.