Waves

🐚twenty-two🐚

"Hey how's he doing?" I hear Daniel ask softly. My family had left soon after I fell asleep yesterday, wanting to give Jonah and I alone time. I was still asleep, a mask pressed to my face as soft breaths left my lips.

"Um not good. He started to have trouble breathing so they had to put him on oxygen." Jonah says equally as soft.

"I'm sorry Jo. I'd come in but I can't risk the babies getting sick. I'll come check in again later yea? I'll bring some food."

"Thanks Dani." I hear footsteps leave, before Jonah's hand is rubbing my head again.

"You're tough baby. You can get through this." I lazily open my eyes, closing them soon after.

"Jo Jo?" I mumble quietly.

"I'm here princess. What do you need?" I lazily open my eyes again, grimacing weakly.

"I don't feel good." I manage out. He frowns, his hand still moving over my hair.

"I'm sorry princess. I wish I could make you better." He says softly. I whimper, pushing my mask off.

"No no baby you need that-" I cut him off as I lean over, vomiting on the floor. Thankfully nothing got on Jonah. He looks from the puddle on the floor, to me, pressing the button by my bed. A nurse walks in and her eyes immediately land on the mask on the bed.

"Sweetie you need the mask on." She picks it up off the bed but before she can put it on me, I'm leaning over the bed and vomiting again.

A cough leaves my lips and I close my eyes, feeling completely drained. I felt horrible.

"Um let me get the doctor." She leaves, but I don't move.

"Princess?" I was breathing heavily, my mask still not on. Unfortunately we couldn't put it on because of the vomit in my lips. Tears were in my eyes as I started to silently cry.

"No no baby it's okay. You'll be okay." The doctor came in, glancing at the puddle and the mask on my bed.

"His temperature went down but he's vomiting now." The nurse says. The doctor looks at the screen before nodding. She says something to the nurse while Jonah still tries to calm me down. The nurse walks over and starts cleaning up my lips before cleaning the floor.

"Mr. Herron?" The doctor asks, causing Jonah to glance up.

"Uh no I'm Jonah. Jonah Marais." The doctor nods, motioning for him to follow her. Jonah looks at me hesitantly before glancing at the doctor.

"We'll be just outside Mr. Marais." He reluctantly agrees, walking out of the room. The doctor starts talking to him as he watches me through the glass. He looks at the doctor as she says something, the boy placing a hand over his lips.

I glance at the nurse as she places the mask back on my face. She smiles softly at me, fixing my blanket.

"Do you hear that?" I didn't understand until I heard the quick soft thumps. My baby. I glance at her, my tears stopping.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" She asks. I glance at my tummy.

"B-boy. But I wouldn't mind a girl." I say quietly. She smiles, placing her hand on my bed.

"I hope you get your baby boy." I smile small, and glance at her.

"Thank you." She checks the iv drip before walking out of the room. A distraught Jonah walks back in, trying to act like he wasn't just crying.

"Hey baby." I blink, looking at him.

"How much longer do I have to stay here?" I ask quietly, glancing at him. He smiles softly, his hand going to cup my cheek.

"You'll be here for a little while baby. Until you get better." I nod, leaning into his touch.

"Go ahead and rest baby. I'll wake you up when Corbyn drops off the food." I nod, closing my eyes. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting me like a truck.

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Isn't he just adorable? I took this at the concert back in December. And I thought I'd use it cause you know. This boy never POSTS ANYTHING. Sigh, boy you're killing me.

Anywho, HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's been a hot min so here's an update for you!

I deadass wrote a full story- that will be complete in two or more chapters. Y'all that's how bored I've been.