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In The Dark

Illi's POV
After Jules follows Marcus outside I make my way to the kitchen where my parents went. They turn and look at me. My dad has his arms wrapped tightly around my mom as she looks at me with tear filled eyes.
"I'm sorry," I say. My mom cokes over to me and takes me in her arms. "I can't do this," I cry. She pulls back from the embrace.
"You can, but we both known what this will do to you," she says. My dad walks up. "That's why Marcus is so upset. We all know how this might end." I wipes my tears away and lean into my dad. He wraps his arms around me.
"I don't want to die," I mumble. "I'm so tired of feeling like this-" The sound of the kitchen door closing makes me stop talking. Turning around, Marcus and Jules stand at the stove.
I wipe my tears away. "I love you," Marcus tells when he gets close enough for me to hear.
"I love you too," I whisper. "I'm scared," I whisper so only he can hear. He squeezes me tighter.
"I know you are, but your going to be fine," he tells me. I blink back tears. I haven't talked to Jules about this since none of my doctors have brought it up lately. So far, everything has been healthy, but that can change.
I pull away from him and straighten out my shirt. Jules takes my hand. "We'll see you guys soon," I say before following him out.
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Neither of us have talked much since we got home. He keeps side glancing at me as if he's waiting for me to do something. Eventually u had to just get up and go take a walk, trying to get my mind off of things.
When I got home, he was asleep with his fists clenched like usual. I've always found it weird how he sleeps like that. Laying down next to him, my side of the bed dipping down wakes him.
"Hey," I say. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. "How long have you been asleep?" I ask. He looks over at the nightstand clock.
"About twenty minutes. How was your walk?" He asks. I shrug. This can't get anymore awkward than this already is. "Why didn't you tell me that you being pregnant is dangerous for your health?" He blurts out.
I close my eyes as I lay my head on my pillow that I hardly ever use cause his shoulder or chest seems to be more comfortable. "Can we talk about this later?" I ask. He scuffs.
"When? When you give birth and leave as a widow?" He snaps. I get up and go over to the dresser, getting out of my bagger shirts. He stands up and makes his way, keeping himself at a distance from me. "Your gonna keep pushing this conversation out of the way, I know that. That's why I'm making you talk about it. Why didn't you tell me?"
He's right about me pushing it away, as long as I I won't talk about it. I walk over to the door. He turns me around and pushes me against the door, pinning me in place.
I'm scared for a minute before I break down crying, my head hanging and now rested on his hard chest. He removes his hands from the wall and runs them up and down my arms as I cry.
"I'm so sorry," I say, looking up at him and swallowing back tears. "I didn't- I didn't want to worry you. I wish my reason was different, but it isn't. You know how you can get, I didn't want to have to be careful just by sitting down too fast."
He bites down on his lip, his jaw clenching. "I can't lose you. God knows what I'd turn out to be." I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
"We don't know what can actually happen, can we not think of me dying?" I draw his lips to mine. "I truly am sorry for not telling you, but for me...keeping you in the dark was keeping me in it too."
He kisses my forehead. My hands now rest on his chest. "You were going to have to tell me eventually, maybe this wasn't the best way, but it happened. I love you and no matter what, I'm by your said. I vowed to be with you through sickness and health, and for better and for worse. I'm not breaking that promise."

AN: Sorry if this sucks. I'm sick. Comment what you think!!! Share! Stay alive |-/ -Veah