<Six Weeks Later>
"How is she?" I hear a deep voice ask outside the door.
"She's okay. She hasn't said anything or ate anything. All she does is stare at the wall."
There was a silence. Then I hear him sigh. "I'll stay with her. You can go rest."
"Thank you. Take care of her please?" My mom asks.
"I will." Justin says.
I sigh covering my face with the covers. I don't want to see or talk to anybody. I just want to be alone. By myself.
"Jasmine?"
"Go away." I say sternly.
"It's me, Justin."
"I know... Go away please." I say, trying not to cry. I hear his footsteps coming closer to the bed. I feel his hand pull the cover pack exposing my face. I feel his hand caress my cheek.
"Baby girl..." He coos.
"D-don't call me that." I sob softly.
"Jasmine look at me." He says. I sigh before looking at him, a small smile on his lips.
"There's my girl." He says kissing my forehead.
"I'm sorry..." I whimper.
"About what love?"
"I-I lost him... I lost our baby." I sob softly.
"Sweetie don't cry." He says climbing into bed next to me. I lay my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around my body.
"I can't help it." I say into his chest.
"It's going to be okay." He reassures.
"No it's not... Y-you hate me... Everyone hates me."
"That's not true. I don't hate you. And our family loves you. You wanna know why?"
I look up at him, sniffling.
"Because you make me happy." He coos pressing his lips against mine.
"I-I do?" I mumble.
"Yes, you do." He says rubbing my lips.
I let out a breath.
"I love you Jasmine." He rasps rubbing his nose against mine. I giggle.
"I-I love you too." I say.
We laid in the bed, him holding me and humming as he rubbed my shoulders. Although I lost the baby, he still loves me. And I'm so grateful for that.
"Baby you need to eat." Justin rasps.
"yeah... I-I know." I say sitting up, wiping my face.
"What would you like?" He asks rubbing my back.
"Um... Something..."
"Mexican." We both say at the same time. I look over at him, a smile creeping on my face as he smirks at me.
"I know you very well now." He coos, kissing my temple.
I get up out of the bed, walking into the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, taking my hair down and letting it flow. When I come out, I hear Justin 'awe'.
"What?" I ask him.
"You look so pretty." He says walking up to me.
"Thank you..." I say.
"C'mon. Let's get some Mexican." He says grabbing my hand.
We drive to a local Mexican restaurant, just me and him. Surprisingly I ate everything on my plate and Justin was very proud.
