Love or Hate- A Jyrus Fanfic

COLD.

A week had passed by and I was discharged from the hospital. The pain in my gut was starting to diminish but the pain in my heart had all but intensified, and no amount of Toradol could fix it.

It was Saturday morning, laying in my bed, observing as rays of orange and red light dribbled into my room, protecting past the white blinds that covered the windows. The rays of light bounced off of the walls, dancing in sorrow around the air of the room, filling it with a dusky haze.

Today was Andi's first ultrasound. Altogether me, Buffy and Andi just managed to scrounge up two-hundred and fifty dollars to cover the cost. Andi still hadn't told Bex. Well, I guess it was near imposable to tell Bex at the moment.

I picked my head up and off of my warm bed, stepping to the cold air that filled my room, juxtaposed to its seemingly warm appearance.

Walking into the shower, I let the cold water flow over my body. It felt as if every droplet contained a deal that would prick deep into my skin.

Walking downstairs after I had gotten ready, I found Buffy converting Andi, one hand gently patting her back whilst her mouth spoke reassuringly.

"Everythings going to be okay. You're going to come out of that hospital knowing that you have a healthy baby girl in your stomach." Buffy said.

"Or a Boy." I said walking over to the two, trying to lighten the mood.

"You wanna bet." Buffy said, holding out her hand.

"Bet" I replied, causing her to laugh. Shaking her hand, I sat down as we waited for the Uber to arrive.

I could feel a sense of worry radiating off of Andi, filling the room with nervousness. The silence of the room hid the true emotions circling through all of our minds. This deceptive silence was soon disrupted, however, replaced by the sound of tires as the Uber pulled up to the house.

"We should get going." I said, walking over to Andi, helping Buffy to pull her up into a standing position.

"Hey, I can get up by myself." Andi complained. "I'm not that fat." She continued, lightheartedly.

Stepping outside, I was once again confronted by a cold breeze. But this breeze felt like a different kind of cold. It wasn't the type of cold that ate away at your bones, but rather a cold foreshadowing a coming storm. A storm that would test our limits, yet this storm seemed reassuring. Comforting. Conflicted.
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Sorry for leaving u guys on another cliffhanger but I really need to sleep.
Promise that next chapter won't be a cliffhanger.