Christmas update for my bbys ♥️
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Three weeks later
I snapped my eyes opened, sitting up and my hand immediately reached for my nose again. I dug my head into my hands. "Fuck!" I groaned out in frustration.
Without skipping a beat the light turned on and Vanessa flipped over to face me. "You're okay." She sat up and leaned her head on my shoulder as she grabbed my hands. "You're okay, just breathe."
"I'm so tired of this, Vanessa." I huffed as I stared at the opposite end of the room. "I'm so tired."
"I know, I know." She laid me back down and let my head rest on her chest. "We'll get through this." I squeezed my eyes shut and held her body close to me. My body was physically exhausted from running on no more than an hour or maybe two a night. I know it was worse for Vanessa because of the baby.
I slid down her chest before resting my head on the upper part of her stomach. Her fingers ran through my hair as my hand landed on her covered belly.
"I'm sorry nugget. I'm sorry you have to hear me screaming every day." I slowly lifted her shirt to see the small bump. "But I'll be better before you know it. Then I'll be able to sing you to sleep and wake you up with a kiss, just like I did for your brother and sister. I love you." I pressed my lips to her skin before looking up at Vanessa's sleepy eyes. "How far along are you?"
"Fifteen weeks, sixteen in two days." I nodded and pulled her shirt down. "Why?"
I crawled between her legs and slid up until we were face to face. "I'm not gonna let this go past sixteen weeks. I'll get some medicine or whatever but she'll start to hear me and I don't want that kind of environment for her." I brushed a stray hair out of her face and noticed wrinkles starting to form on her forehead and under her eyes. I ran my thumb over her skin before sighing. "I'm stressing you out."
"No-"
"Yes." I said sternly with my eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't get wrinkles with the twins, you didn't get wrinkles after weeks of tiresomely working on your clothing brand. You're not old.." I rolled off of her and laid back on my back. "My stupid ass is stressing you out."
"Baby.." She trailed off knowing she couldn't deny it. Who wouldn't be stressed out after waking up at three am every morning to a scream or groans. Not to mention my random puke sessions and panic attacks. Hell, I was stressing the fuck out so I knew she was. "Don't be hard on yourself. You already have too much to deal with, don't worry about me."
"But you're my wife, I have no choice but to worry about you. It's second nature to me." She ran her hands down my arm as we laid facing each other. "Promise me that if you ever feel it gets too much, you'll tell me."
"Y/nn it won't-"
"Vanessa please. Just promise me." I begged as I moved forward. "Promise me that if you feel even a tad bit weaker than normal, you'll tell me."
She watched her hand trail down my arm for a second before roaming up my neck and resting on my cheek. She finally brought her dark green eyes to mine and nodded. "I promise."
I held her again that night as she slept soundlessly, peacefully. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping but it was okay. As long as she got rest for herself and our baby, I was okay with it.
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"Hello I'm Detective Mark Griffith and this is my partner, Private Investigator Megan Gibson." She smiled at me before sitting at the table with Mark. "We've reviewed the tape and we're ready to take any legal action you want. This is sufficient evidence and anything you want to do, we can pursue it."
