Stay { a Joe Mazzello Story }

XLIX

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Joe's POV

Next Morning

"Jenny , open the door please !" I begged , jiggling the bathroom door knob . She had locked herself in the bathroom after seeing some article over what happened with George .

"No !" She cried . I tried to shove my body weight against the door , but it wouldn't budge . Damn sturdy doors . I heard her lean against the door , crying .

"Baby , c'mon ! Let me in !" I pleaded , still trying to turn the knob . Why didn't we have a goddamn key for this door !? I frantically tried to shove myself against the door once more , wanting to see her .

"Why , so you can comfort me with lies !? You can tell me everything's alright , but it's not ! It's not !" She cried , her breathing quickening .

"Just unlock it , unlock the door ! We can talk about it , Jennifer , please !" I exclaimed , peeking through the keyhole , only to see a sliver of her tear stained face . I let out a small whine and continued to plead with her , telling her to unlock the door . I sat against the door , placing my head in my hands .

"Please ?" I said weakly , tilting my head back , bringing my knees up to my chest .
I wish she never had seen that fucking article . I bet that "anonymous resource" was George disguised as Paul . I still hadn't answered Thomas's text . I didn't want to look at it . The obvious answer was no , but for some reason I couldn't say it .

"Jennifer , could you open the door ? We can just talk , or we don't have to , we can just watch a movie or something , it doesn't matter ." I said softly , leaning my head back on the door , looking up at the ceiling . Silence . As I contemplated on what to do , I felt the door open as I fell on my back , my head hitting the hard floor .

"Joe are you okay ?" Jenny asked frantically , kneeling down beside me .

"Yes , yes , I'm fine ," I groaned , placing a hand to the back of my head . I sat up , looking at Jenny , whose face was red from crying .

"I'm-I'm sorry ," She whispered , tears rolling down her cheeks . I wrapped her in a hug , letting her cry on my shoulder.

"Babe , there's nothing to be sorry about ." I sighed , rubbing her head . She shook her head , crying harder . Oh no , I've made it worse .

"Joe , I-I...can you-" She trailed off , trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks .

"Honey , what is it ? Do you want breakfast ?" I asked , trying to keep my voice calm . She nodded ,resting her chin on my shoulder , gasping for air . I rubbed her back , gently lifting her up and guiding her back to bed . When she laid back down , she sat up and started crying again.

"Honey , why are you crying ? Are you uncomfortable ?" I asked frantically , my heartbeat gradually becoming faster . I found myself becoming more anxious when she was uncomfortable or got hurt or cried . It was just all this pregnancy and the shit that's happened .

"All of our friends know now ! They're going to start worrying and everything , and I-I-I don't know !" She cried , wiping her eyes . I kissed her head , sighing .

"Honey , they're probably asleep , all of them . Peter is the only one that gets up early , but he was out at a bar . You've got nothing to worry about , Jenny ," I smiled , gently pushing her hair back so it wouldn't get in her eyes . "Is there anything particular you want for breakfast ?" I asked , placing a hand on her thigh . She shook her head , laying back down . I went downstairs , finding wherever we keep the pans and pots . Then there was a knock on the door .