SUBMIT✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK TWO) WATTYS2020

Two

"This was so overdue."

"I agree," I reply to Johnattan as I lay in my bed sideways. "It's been a while since we've talked. I miss you."

From the iPhone on the pillow beside my head I hear his melodic voice speak to me.

"I miss you too mi diosa but I can't leave New York just yet there's just so much work and when I think it'll let up more is added to my plate," he says with a sigh and I caress my bloated stomach as I listen to him.

"I know it's not that easy Johnattan but I miss you..."and your baby needs you. I want to add but I refrain from doing so.

It's been a month since Johnattan left and I am missing him like crazy. I miss his voice, his soft lips that kiss me tenderly, and his arms that cradle me like I'm the most precious thing in the world. I miss him. After all he's my Johnattan. My Johnny Bravo. My JoJo. My JBear.

"I'm going crazy being away from you too Christina but it can't be helped," he sighs and I can just imagine him running his hand through his dark locks.

"Está vale," I mumble as I shuffle onto my back, staring at my ceiling.

The time away from him as painful as it was had proven to be productive. Dr Monroe and I had made progress I could finally look at pictures of Johnattan without falling apart.

As small of an achievement it may sound it is something big to me. The first couple days of trying this were disastrous. I'd almost gotten a panic attack at first. His rugged look, dark locks that now fall to his shoulders and then his beautiful electric blue eyes. These eyes had flashed in my mind and they turned ice cold and then I started to hyperventilate. Dr Monroe had taken the photo from me instantly and tried to calm me as wept. Thankfully though after many more tries I overcame my fear.

I had realized it was a photo, it couldn't hurt me. It was an unmoving, non-living representation and it wouldn't cause me any harm.

Dr Monroe was happy to see that I'd mastered this step and had applauded me. I could see the pride in his eyes as he look at me. I'd done it. Now it was time for the next step, direct confrontation.

"Joseph?" I call as I place my hand on my stomach.

"Yes Isabelle," he answers huskily and my stomach clenches as warmth travel through me at the sound of my name on his tongue.

"Can you sing for me?" I ask.

Sing for us? I think as I rub circles on my baby bump.

Call me childish but next to my mother's voice, Johnattan's voice has that soothing effect on me and I need to relax, I need his comfort.

"Sure mi diosa," he replies and I smile. "Anything you want I'll be happy to give you. Now what would you like to hear? I can do a mean Beyonce imitation."

Before I can even reply he starts to sing and it causes me to double over with laughter.

"If I ain't got nothing, I got you!

If I've got something I don't give a damn unless I got it with you!

I don't know much algebra but I know. One plus one equal Two!"

He sings the song in a high pitched voice messing up the lyrics and flow of the song and I can't help but laugh idiotically.

"Heaven," I say instantly between laughs. "I want you to sing Heaven for me, not a Beyonce song. You're a great singer Johnny but stay in your league."