A/N: So I went on hiatus from the "What The Cold Harolds In" story for the moment b/c I received a spark of inspo for this here one (. )(. ) (they looked like the eye emoji but now they just look like...nevermind HSK)
Oh and also the name of the girl singing in the vid is Jasmine Thompson if y'all didn't know)
I groaned as I was woken up by a wave of nausea. I checked the time, 1 a.m. My boyfriend, Thomas, was sound asleep next to me. Oh, God. I immediately grabbed the bucket on the side of the bed and retched into it. I could feel the bed shift behind me and Thomas grabbed my hair, gently gathering it into a ponytail to get it out of the way. This was the second time I had gotten sick within the last 48 hours. I didn't understand, I felt fine a few days ago.
"It's alright, Nini. I'm here," he said tiredly in his morning voice.
"I-I'm sorry I woke you up," I sighed and wiped my mouth.
"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault, although it is strange that you haven't been feeling any better since yesterday. Could you face me?" I shifted and turned to face him, and he gently brought his hand up to my forehead and cheeks.
"Hmm, you don't seem to have any fever. I guess you're staying home again today. But would you be alright if you stayed home alone for a little while, and then I come home early? Today's Amanda's day off, right?" I nodded tiredly. Amanda was my best friend and a little bit on the wild side. But when I wasn't with Thomas, she and I would do everything together.
"Alright, well I can call her up to visit you, babe. But now, just try and sleep, alright?" He asked me as he went and dumped the vomit in the toilet (which I was very thankful for as I felt like rocks were placed all over my body and weighing me down). He flushed it and came back, pulling me into his arms and stroked baby strands of my hair out of my face. He kissed my forehead once in a while and lulled me back to sleep.
...
There was fog all around me, and I couldn't see ten inches in front of me.
"Hello?" I called out. Only my voice echoed back.
"Hello," I heard a voice from behind me. I shrieked and turned around to see a little girl, maybe seven years old, walking towards me. She had long, light brown hair, just like Thomas, and eyes as gray as an oncoming storm, just like mine. She wore a simple white dress with a little ribbon tied around the waist.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Oh, my name's Mia. Come on, we have lots to talk about," she urged as she grabbed my hand. She and I began to walk, no destination known. I didn't even know where I was.
"Where are your parents, Mia?" I asked her. She giggled softly, something that couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.
"You're so silly! You are! You and Thomas!" My eyes widened as I let go of her hand. I was taken aback at what she said.
"Wait...you mean...you're our...?" I trailed off. She smiled widely and nodded.
"Uh huh!" I didn't believe this.
"Nuh-uh. Nope. No way. We weren't..." But then I thought back to New Year's Eve last month.
"Oh. Well, Thomas and I do want a child..." I pondered. It was true, we talked about it for the longest time We hadn't gotten around to doing it. Well...New Year's. Mia giggled again.
"Well, you're in luck! You have me! All you gotta do is tell him!" Of course I was planning to tell him, but I didn't know how...or when. Will he be happy, angry, sad? I didn't know.
