Waves

🐚twelve🐚

"Hey I came as quick as I could. What happened?" Jonah pants quickly walking up to me. I was awake and well, very much sore. I was sitting on the bed thing they had, Daniel looking over at Jonah.

"I'm fine. Just got a little beat up." I mumble, gently kicking my feet.

"Baby this is not fine! Tell me what happened!"  Jonah panics. I hesitantly glance at him.

"I came out to my mom." I say quietly. Immediately Jonah's face falls even more.

"What? She did this to you?" He asks in disbelief. I shake my head.

"She supports me. My um my dad didn't quite agree." I say just as quiet as before. Jonah looked completely horrified.

"He did this to you? He came to our house and beat the shit out of you." I look down once again, slowly nodding. Jonah lifts his hand to run it through his hair and I can't help but flinch. He immediately freezes.

"He's good to go. Just a few bumps and bruises." A doctor says, walking in. He glances between us, probably wondering if I told him. I told the doctor not to mention the baby, that I didn't want him finding out this way.

"Ok let's go. You need rest and a hot cup of tea." Jonah grumbles, quickly scooping me up. I frown but lay my head on his shoulder anyway.

By the time we got to the truck, I was sleepy, but still awake. He set me down in the front seat, thanking Daniel and Corbyn before getting into his side.

I glance over at him, seeing he was still visibly upset. I sigh, looking away from the angry elder. Instead my eyes land on a bag. It looked like it was from a jewelry store. I pick it up and go to look inside when it's snatched from me.

"Don't look at that." He snaps. I blink, not understanding why he was so angry.

I frown, looking out the window, my body practically attached to the door so I wasn't near him. I didn't like him being snappy, and maybe it was my hormones but my eyes started to tear up. The truck slowly comes to a stop in front of the apartment building Jonah letting out a sigh.

"Look I'm sorry-"

"Don't talk to me." I sniffle, quickly leaving the truck and entering the building. The desk lady gives me a soft smile, in which I try to return. I head up to our floor and into the apartment, not caring that Jonah wasn't in here yet.

I walk into the bedroom, locking the door. I felt bad and was actually tempted to lock myself in the guest bedroom instead, but then I remembered I was pregnant and was dealing with more than he was. I slowly crawl onto the bed, sobbing quietly. Honestly none of this was a big deal but my hormones decided otherwise.

I had slowly calmed down, still not hearing Jonah enter the house. I hiccup, shakily walking over to the window. I move the curtain, looking down at the lot. Jonah was still in the truck, his forehead on the wheel as his hands gripped his hair. I felt extremely bad, causing my emotions to get worked up again. I crawl onto the bed and cry once again. I cried and cried until my eyes slip shut, shaky breaths leaving my lips. There was still tears falling down my cheeks but I was slowly falling asleep.

The door to the apartment could be heard opening, keys hitting the counter soon after. You could hear his shoes on the floor as he walked down the hall, stopping in front of the door. He knocked quietly, of course getting no response. The doorknob jiggles, letting him know it was locked. A quiet "fuck" is heard before his footsteps disappear. A few seconds later they return, a key going into the door and opening it with a soft click.

"Princess?" He asks quietly. I don't move, still falling deeper into sleep. He walks over, sighing once he sees me. He wipes the tears from my cheek, placing a kiss on my head.

"I'm sorry princess." He says quietly, removing my shoes. He places the blanket over my body before leaving the room. I quickly fall deeper with the warmth over my body.

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Please don't take this pic either unless you plan to never post it haha. Sorry I've just had so many people take credit for things I've done and it drives me nuts.

Update! I'm still sick haha so you get an update spam (((:

On another note though, I was in a mood and wrote a whole ass Dorbyn short story in like a day. I'll drop a mini description :

After touring for almost 10 months straight, the boys finally have a break. Daniel decides to spend his with family up north in Portland. Everything seems to be normal. Daniel can forget about his stupid crush on his blonde band mate and he can finally finish that rematch in Call of Duty Christian owes him. Though, things changed. Daniel gets in an accident on his way back from the store one day. By the time he wakes up, he's lost everything. He barely recognizes his family and doesn't remember over half his life.
Will Corbyn and his family be able to help him remember before tour starts back up?

Lemme know what y'all think 😂