One Thing Right -Sequel to The Best of Our Love(Colby Brock)

Chapter 15

-Brooke-

"Did you pack the-"

"Yes," Colby answered before I could finish.

"No I meant the-"

"Oh yeah, I got that," He chuckled a bit. 

"How do you-"

"Cause I read your list," He gave a pointed look. "I know what's on there."

I huffed dramatically and put my phone down on the end table. Our flight for Hawaii leaves in like 2 hours, and we need to be walking out the door but our dumbasses decided to pack at the last second. And yes, I did pack the stuff I was given at the bachelorette party. 

It's been a week since the miscarriage and no, I'm not fully healed from that. Physically, I'm fine. But mentally, that took a toll. My heart still aches, and I still cry over the child I lost, but I know I need to move on and there's no way we're cancelling this honeymoon. Talking to our friends have really helped Colby and I get through this, it's the hardest thing in the world losing a child you never met, and I'm hesitant to get pregnant again because of that.

We told our families a few nights ago, and mostly everyone was really worried about us, but heartbroken over the loss. One thing I was glad about, was that we hadn't announced to the media about the pregnancy yet. That would be hard to explain. My dad and I had a heart-to-heart about it as well. We talked about when he lost my older brother (who died when he was a newborn), and how I shouldn't let this ruin my idea of getting pregnant again. I didn't really respond to that part. I know he's right, I shouldn't be so hesitant, but the idea of having another miscarriage is so terrifying that I can't imagine going through with it.

"Brooke your toothbrush!" Colby yelled from the bathroom.

"God-gah!" I tripped over my suitcase and landed hard on the ground with a thud. Colby poked his head around the corner.

"Babe you're not supposed to pack yourself in the suitcase," He teased.

"Shut up, Brock," I muttered.

"Technically you're a Brock now too," He winked. 

"Whatever just help your poor wife up off the floor."

He laughed and came over, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet effortlessly. I got my balance then quickly hurried to the bathroom to grab my toothbrush that I almost forgot about. 

"Do you need any pads or tampons?" He asked hesitantly. The bleeding from the miscarriage has since stopped, but I guess he wanted to be sure.

"I don't think so," I admitted. "I packed some already though just in case." I cleared my throat as I went back to my suitcase. I reviewed the list in my head, trying to think if I forgot anything else.

"Passport?" Colby asked. I grabbed my carry-on, and pulled it out of it's spot. 

"Got it. You?"

He pointed to his carry-on and I quickly checked it, before confirming that it was indeed in there. I put both of our passports back and zipped the bags, then stopped and looked at the bags a moment and opened them to check for the passports again. Colby laughed behind me.

"They're there baby, relax," He took the bags and zipped them up.

"I just wanna be sure," I argued, reaching for them.

"You already checked," He gave a pointed look. "You're doing that thing you do."

"What thing?"

"Obsess over every detail when you're stressed."