Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Blake's Pov

I woke up the next morning next to sleepy Reece. I kissed his forehead and got up. I make myself a coffee and sat at the kitchen table.

7:47am, George knocked. I walked to the door and let him in.

- So? How's sleeping beauty?

- Sleeping. I laugh. George, we need to talk. I say as he sat down across me.

- Anything Blake. He smiles.

- We should go see a doctor about Reece's breakdowns. It happened twice now.

- I'll go with you. Let's go now. He smiles.

- But sleeping beauty.

- She's sleeping. He laughs.

- If anything he'll call us.

- There you go. I stand up and walk out with George.

We got to a psychologist and had a talk with her.

- Is there anything making him happy? Mrs. McDonnell asked.

- Me. I said too quickly before noticing George was right next to me.

- Us. George corrected.

- A pet? Is he allergic?

- Cats. George said as I thought about Reece.

- Get him a dog. He likes dogs?

- He likes Phoebe, so I think he would like a dog of his own. George answered.

After walking out of the office. I just started to think. Why the hell did I leave Reece alone?

We get to the puppy center or whatever that was called and basically died cause of the cuteness.

George wanted all of them. So did I. But we ended up picking a small golden retriever.

- What are we calling her?

- Let Reece pick.

- Yeah good idea. George said holding the puppy.

- But Blake! Look at her little face! George yelled putting dog in my face.

- She's adorable. I smile. I pet the little puppy and she licked my hand.

- Can you take her while I go see Reece? I ask, knowing Reece is alone and probably terrified at the moment.

- Will do. He smiles hugging me with the puppy between us.

- Do you think he's okay? I question looking at him.

- He should be, I mean,he didn't call you or anything so I'm assuming he's okay.

Back at the hotel, I walked into Reece's room when George was in his own room, and the minute I walked in, I knew he wasn't okay. I heard screaming. And crying.

I ran straight to his room and held him.

- Reece! It's okay. I got you babe. He was crying so much and it seemed he was crying for a little while now.

He was off the bed and on the floor when I walked in. I don't know if he fell or he got off the bed himself.

- What's wrong? I ask holding him.

- I had a nightmare I forgot about you. And you weren't even trying to get me to remember you. You didn't care if I forgot. I'm so scared Blake. I'm so fucking scared. Scared that it actually happens. I forget about you, George and anyone that ever mattered to me.