Coleson |Book 3|

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Hello ladies and gents! Welcome back, I hope you are ready for the ending because it's coming in the next chapter or so. I hope you enjoy this chapter, my babies!

Xoxo

-Kate

I hadn't gotten the chance to talk to anyone, not even my family and right now I just needed my mom. I hadn't got to talk to her in ages and this hurt more than when I first moved to New York and hadn't spoken to them in years.

Cole had cleared the house out and told them that I needed time, which was true. I think if I'd have to see them in this state, I would die of embarrassment. He brought me up to the bathroom and ran a warm bath for me. For some reason I didn't mind if Cole looked at me in this state because I knew no matter what he'd stay with me.

"Do you need help?" He asked as I curled my knees into my chest. I sullenly nod my head, feeling too tired to even lift a hand. I had been on constant edge with Parker that I was officially drained now that I was home. It felt nice to not have to watch my back with every breath.

Cole reaches over and grabs the soap and a washcloth. He washes in circles and the water quickly becomes a murky brown which has me in tears.

"What's wrong, baby?" Cole asks, bringing my head to his chest.

"I'm gross and dirty," I sob and choke on my words.

"You're beautiful," he says and cradles my head. "And you're strong. And you're brave. And, my god, baby, you are so perfect and I've never been more proud of you." He nearly falls into the water as he gently pulls me into a hug.

After the brief crying moment, I pull away and let Cole drain the water so I wasn't bathing in dirty water. As the dirt was washed away, it became more apparent that all those spots on my body weren't dirt, they were bruises. Cole clenched his jaw and furled his fist in anger.

"Don't be angry." I soothe and run my now clean hand over his.

"How can I not be angry? Look at what he's done to you." He says and runs his finger over the bruises on my arm and down to my swollen stomach.

"How long was I gone?" I ask, interlacing our hands.

"A few weeks, almost a month." He mutters. You're more than 8 months now.

"We've only got one more month," I say with a smile. "Maybe sooner."

"Speaking of which, we need to get you to gynecologist. To check up on things. You've lost weight and I don't want that to affect the baby." He says. "You need to eat."

I couldn't agree more.

After feasting on everything that Cole had made for me, I felt as if I was going to burst. Cole had cautioned to the amount that I ate since I had barely eaten anything for the past month, my stomach has shrunk and if I ate too much too quickly I could throw it all up or even worse, tear my stomach.

Once I ate everything that was on my plate, I pushed my seat back away from the table. I couldn't even remember a time when I had felt this satisfied and full. I felt a surreal wave of drowsiness float over me that I nearly collapsed when I stood. Cole was right next to me, wrapping his arms around my torso, already carrying my up the stairs.

"We should take you to doctor." He said with finality in his tone.

"I really want to sleep. Take me tomorrow." I say and curl into his chest. I was in need of a deep sleep for an eternity. I felt utterly exhausted and now that my body could relax and not have to be on protection mode, it had time to collapse and recover. The last thing I remember doing is being laid down on the very comfy satin of Cole's bed and the covers being wrapped around me.