Baby Mendes//S.M.

Chapter 20 - I'm so tired.

Shawn's POV
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I slowly wake up, but still to tired to open my eyes. I'm aware of my senses, but everything hurts. My face feels sore, and my stomach and back feels like knifes have been stabbed through my spine. I feel someone sitting on me. I'm on my back and they're on my waist.

I feel my face being touched, by something wet. The texture like a rag. Is ... Melony cleaning my cuts? I can't tell, until I hear her mumble little things under her breath. I feel a drop of water on my shirt and I don't think much of it. After a minutes of drifting in and out of consciousness, I feel my shirt being pulled off. I flow with it, and let her take it off, still not "waking up."

She traces my stomach, and my eyes flicker a little bit. I feel her kiss my stomach, and then pull herself back up. I hear her toss the rag somewhere, and she begins to moves her legs. I don't want her to move. It feels comfortable. Right here. With her. Knowing that she's in my grasp. Knowing she's okay.

I slowly reach my hand up and softly grab her waist. My eyes finally feel able to open, so I let them. I see her. Messy bun, tank-top, shorts, freckles, and tired eyes.

"Shawn?" She asks me, and I close my eyes again for a short moment. I can barely speak without feeling pain in my throat.

"I'm so tired," is all I manage to say, and she smiles weakly.

She tells me that it's okay, and to go back to sleep. I don't want her to leave. I tug on her to lay down. She smiles subtly, and she lays down on top my body. The pain I felt before, when touched, wasn't there anymore. She laid on top of me, and my pain felt numb, and I felt a warm feeling. This was much better. I wrap my arms around her, and hold her close to me.

After about 30 minutes, I hear her softly crying. Why is she crying? I peek my eyes open slightly, and she's fallen to my side, and she's cradling her face, trying to keep quiet.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby," I start, and she sniffles, realizing I've woken up.

"I'm sorry," she says, and she wipes her tears and I feel incredibly terrible.

Here I am, all beat up and bruised, but she's crying, because she's scared. I can't stay here, and be selfish. She matters far more than my health. I need to comfort her.

I still feel sore, but I use all my strength to pull her close to me. Her body is so small and fragile. It has been ever since she got kidnapped. She was always fairly small, but when she was almost starved for a week, she lost a lot of weight, and none of it ever really came back.

I wrap both my arms tightly around her. She cries into my shirt, and I rub her back  and shush her. She slowly stops crying, and I can hear her start to get quieter. I rest my head on top of hers, as she curls into my body, our legs intertwining. I feel myself fall asleep again, knowing I did the right thing.
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I'm woken up by the feeling of something moving. I remembered that Melony was cuddling me, and now she is gone. I hear quick, shuffling steps, that lead to the bathroom. My eyes slowly open, and the light flickers on. I hear quiet gurgling sounds, and I spring to my feet, sprinting to the exposed light.

I see Melony sit down, and lean over the edge of the toilet seat. She gags, and vomits into the bowl, coughing, and I follow my natural instinct. I walk to her, and I pull her hair back, holding it in one hand, and rubbing her back with the other.

She continues to vomit for the next couple of minutes, and even though it's disgusting, I stand there. Being better than selfish.

For a moment I feel all the pain rush through my body, noticing how quickly I got up before thinking about my current state. But nevertheless, I ignore it. When she gets done, she grabs some toilet paper, and wipes off her mouth. She slowly stands up, and wraps her arms around me.

She's two months pregnant with our baby. I can feel her baby bump now. It was kinda weird feeling her baby bump this early in the process, but I knew it was probably normal.

Her voice was raspy when she whispered the words "I love you." I rubbed her back, and she sighed. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, as she would later in the morning. We walked back to bed, and I glimpsed at the clock. It was 3:28 in the morning, and I was really used to this.

Me and her both climb back in bed, not hesitating to snuggle again. We fall back asleep, and we let the rest of our night go about.
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Now it's morning, and I can feel the warmth of the sun flashing through the window. I wake up to that, and to Melony peacefully passed out. She's got a hand up my shirt, to my back, resting on my spine, and the other curled up in her sleeve and pressed against her cheek. It was cute the way she held me like she would lose me.

I tread lightly with that sentence.

I couldn't move. That would be crucial to her comfort. I chuckle to myself and patiently wait in the warmth of our bodies next each other. Soon enough, she takes a slow, deep, but sharp, breath, and I can tell she's waking up. Her eyes flicker open, and she tilts her head up to see me. She rubs her back with the hand that's already there.

"Good morning beautiful," I tell her, and she smiles.

She wasn't going to respond yet, being that she hasn't been awake for more than about...thirty seconds. She looks at my lips then at my eyes again, and smiles.

"Good morning, handsome," she tells me, licking her lips.

Today is gonna be a better day. I know it.
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See you in the next chapter my little dandelions XOXO
~Em