Love Isn't Just A Word 2

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Miya•

Pain. That's all I felt, along with the constant need to throw up and eat. But then again I was happy. Zayn and I had created something beautiful and I can't wait till the day I get to hold out beautiful work of art in my arms.

I felt miserable at this moment, it was 12 o'clock midnight and I was tossing and turning trying to find a way to get comfortable in this bed that 8 months ago felt like heaven to me, Now it felt like I was sleeping on one big bulk of concrete.

I was trying my best not to wake my husband, who was sound asleep next to me, But I had failed to even do that, "You ok, angel?" He muttered scooting closer to me and resting his hand in my hip, I flipped over so I was now facing him, tears beginning to flow right down my cheeks, "I can't do this.." I said. Pain agin erupting in my lower back.

The moonlight shining on his beautiful face allowed me to see his features turn into a deep frown, "Yes you can doll, I know your in pain but your going to be ok, your doing this for us, Remember?"

I nodded my head and bit down on my bottom lip, I was doing this for us, and I needed to pull threw just one more month, but with all the pain and contestant feeling of sickness, that felt so far away. I just pray that God gives me strength to pull threw it. Because agin, I was doing this for us. I was doing this for him...

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How was it? Did I do ok?

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