Their fun comes to a haltering stop one particular morning.
She wakes up, wrapped in his arms and turns in them so she can press a kiss to his jaw, trying to wake him.
His eyes flutter open and he smiles down at her in his arms. "Morning." He mumbles sleepily.
"Morning, handsome." She replies, snuggling up to him.
He leans down and kisses her head and she moves herself into his lap, capturing his lips once she does.
His hands travel her body and just as he's about to deepen the kiss she places her hands on his shoulders and pushes him away. "You alright?" He questions.
She doesn't answer, instead, she practically leaps off of his lap and runs to the bathroom. He sat there confused for a few moments, wondering what was wrong until he heard her heavy breaths in between sounds of retching.
He rushed into the bathroom to see her crouched over the toilet, puking. He quickly joined her on the tile, gathering her hair and holding it back as she got sick.
When her stomach finally settled she wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet with a groan. "Ugh, I didn't want you to see me puke." She whines, turning to FP, looking completely disgusted with herself.
He doesn't say a word, just pulls her into a hug and kisses her forehead. "Don't worry about it, baby. I just want to make sure you're alright." He speaks after a moment, running his fingers through her hair.
He didn't mind the smell in the air and he didn't mind the feel of her clammy skin against his, he loved her and to him she was still as perfect as ever.
"It's probably just the flu." She sighs. But when they locked eyes there was the unspoken knowing that it was anything but the flu. When she did the math in her head she knew for a fact that it was anything but the flu.
But they pushed it down. Both too afraid to face the possibility of what it really was making her sick even though deep down they knew.
And so they continued as normal for a while, trying to just forget about the situation. But every morning, without fail, she would wake up and get sick.
She's been staying at FP's a lot since it started happening every morning, knowing her mom would catch on eventually.
He was by her side every morning, rubbing her back to calm her down and holding her hair back until she would fall slump against his chest, groaning as her stomach turned.
She flushed the toilet after she was sure her stomach had settled and he held her close on the cold tile of the bathroom. She's been sick for almost two weeks and she's noticed her stomach is a little softer than usual.
FP wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her back, both of them not wanting to move until she was sure she wasn't feeling sick anymore.
As she thought about the reason she was feeling so sick she couldn't stop the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
It was only after he felt a tear fall onto his arm that he noticed she was crying and he leaned back enough to see her face. He wiped away her tears, not bothering to ask what's wrong because he knew. "What are we going to do?" She said shakily and FP wrapped his arms around her tighter.
He kissed her temple before speaking. "I don't know. But we'll figure it out... I promise. And I'm not going anywhere."
She nodded before burying her head in his shoulder as she fell apart in his arms. He felt his own tears run down his cheeks as she broke down. Alice is pregnant and he has no fucking clue what they're going to do.
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When You Were Mine | Falice
Fanfiction| Completed | "He wanted it back. He wanted it all back. Because truth be told, he missed it. He missed everything they had and did together. He missed her." FP Jones had never been in love before, never even really had feelings for anyone before...
