Different Struggles (Boyxboy+mpreg)

Part 13

I added more to this chapter and it's not what I originally wrote on my other laptop but I guess it works. I was tired of waiting for a charger so I thought I would just re-write it. So here ya go :) sorry for the wait.

~2 days later~ Ty~

He was still 'shut down'. He was barely eating now and I was getting scared for his and the babies health. Dr. Erin said it would be best to see if he snaps out of it within a couple of days rather then bringing him back into the hospital and possible making it worse. Right now he was sitting on the couch watching Criminal Minds, nibbling on some pickles and nutella I got him. It is the only thing I could get him to eat right now. Micheal, June and Sarah were in the kitchen cooking lunch, we were hoping he would at least try it. I put my hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly.

"Seth?" He looked at me with distant eyes, it was like he wasn't even here anymore. "Are you going to eat some lunch?" He looked at the pickles and nutella on the coffee table then back at me. "That's a snack, Seth. It's not a proper meal." He shrugged and looked back at the TV. I took my hand off of his knee and rubbed my face roughly.

"Ty?" Sarah put her hand on my shoulder, I looked looked up at her and she took my hand and helped me up. We took a few steps away from Seth but I made sure I could still see him. Sarah pulled me into a hug. "He will get through this. He will be okay." I hugged her back and nuzzled my head into her neck. She ran her fingers through my hair and just hugged me well I cried. We stayed like that for a while before there was a tap on my shoulder. I let go of Sarah and wiped under my eyes before turning around. It was Seth.

"Why are you holding Sarah like that?" I looked back at Sarah then to him.

"I just... She was just giving me a hug." He glared at Sarah then at me as he walked past us to go to the bathroom. Yesterday I made sure to take all the sharp and pointy objects out of there. I watched him till he closed the door, then my eyes where glued to the door. I was still scared he'd find a way to hurt himself.

"He isn't totally 'shut down'. He got jealous seeing you hug me. Maybe today he will get batter. Talk to him about the babies."

"The babies?" I was only half focused on the conversation. My eyes were still glued to the bathroom door.

"Yes, Tyler. The babies." She grabbed my chin and made me look at her. "Tell him he is putting their health at risk not eating right. And tell him you love him and need him. Tell him you're sorry. Just talk to him." She rubbed my back before going back into the kitchen, right when Seth walked out of the bathroom. He glared at me and walked past me to slowly lower himself onto the couch and move around till he got comfy. I silently went to sit beside him and he ignored me and just kept looking at the TV, even after I grabbed the remote to turn it off.

"Seth. Look at me." When he finally did turn to look at me, he had a blank expression. I flinched and there was a little flicker of emotion in his eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I jumped into my job right away. I'm sorry I didn't think about how it might affect you. I'm sorry you felt alone and that I took the six hours right away without thinking about easing you into it. I just was so happy I found a job and that I could support us and our family. I am so sorry I didn't take enough caution in it. But Seth, this isn't healthy. You are barley eating and just three days ago you were eating so much we had to go to the grocery store everyday. Now I can barely get you to eat, your favourite, pickles and nutella. Babe, you need to eat. Not just for your health but for the babies. You have to feed three other human beings Seth. Our three unborn babies. Please, Seth. I'm so sorry." I was getting choked up through the whole thing and by the end I was crying. Seth looked like he was in pain then he pulled me into his arms. I was shocked. He barley let me touch him the past two days. I held onto him for dear life. I never wanted to let him go again.