Reaching for Happiness

Chapter 65

Every night of our holiday, me and Aston tried for a baby. So far? No luck. It was so EASY for me to get pregnant before.. We didn't even know we'd made it possible. But now? It didn't seem to be working.

It was our last day in Fiji. I'd REALLY enjoyed myself, I just wished it'd have lasted longer.

'Baby, we need to get up.. Come on' Aston said quietly to me, shaking me gently.

'I don't want to get up.. I'm tired' I moaned, putting my hands over my face.

'But Chloe, it's 2am! You've been asleep for WAY longer than you normally are.. Are you feeling okay? You've been sleeping in a lot recently' Aston asked me calmly.

'Aston, I'm fine! Why do you always have to worry so much?! I'm on holiday, I'm ALLOWED to lie in. Stop being so over dramatic' I argued.

'Come on, wakey wakey moody' Aston chuckled, straddling me and leaning down to kiss me, our chests pressed together.

'Ouch, Aston, GET THE FUCK OFF ME!' I yelled at him, pushing him off me and sitting up.

'Woah, calm down babe, I'm not THAT heavy' he said, looking slightly confused by my sudden outburst.

'You AREN'T heavy dumbass, you hurt my boobs!' I said, storming into the bathroom and locking the door firmly shut behind me.

'Babe, are you sure you're okay?' I heard Aston asked from behind the door.

'YES, NOW PISS OFF' I practically SCREAMED at him. I slipped out of my clothes and into the shower.. Maybe that would calm me down.

*Aston's POV*

I don't have a clue WHAT was up with Chloe today. She was being so harsh with me for no apparent reason! She said I hurt her boobs.. Maybe it was coming up to her time of the month.. She always complained about them being sore around that time. That could also explain the foul mood she was in this morning. Yeah, that's probably what it was..

*Normal POV*

I climbed out of the shower and slipped my dressing gown over my shoulders, letting it hang loosely from my shoulders, not fastening it up. I stood and observed myself in the full length mirror which was placed in the bathroom. My boobs seemed to have 'grown'.. as if they were swollen. I ignored it and let the thought slip to the back of my mind. I tied up my dressing gown and headed downstairs, the smell of a full English breakfast filling my nose.

'Ast?' I called out, not sure where he was.. He sure wasn't in the kitchen, where he'd left breakfast cooking.

'Hmm?' he said, coming out of the downstairs toilet in our villa.

'I'm sorry about this morning' I sniffed, going all teary eyed.

'Baby, don't cry, it's okay! I know you didn't mean it' he said, hugging me tight and kissing the top of my head.

'But I was being a real bitch to you, and you don't deserve it, you've treated me to all of this, and I just throw it back into your face!' I cried into his chest.

'Baby, what's the matter with you today? Seriously..' Aston asked, stroking my hair.

'I don't know' I whispered.

'Come on, come and get some breakfast.

'Breakfast? Isn't it a bit late to be getting breakfast?'

'Fine, lunch then.. But you're having a full English breakfast for your lunch' Aston chuckled, taking my hand and leading me over to the breakfast bar.

'Thankyou' I smiled, kissing his soft lips passionately.

'No worries. Now hurry up and eat that, we need to make the most of our last day!' he winked, before disappearing outside. As I placed some sausage in my mouth, I realised it tasted slightly.. Different. I'm not sure what it tasted like, but it DEFINITELY didn't taste like a sausage. I suddenly felt my stomach lurch.. I dashed to the downstairs toilet and leaned over the toilet, letting everything out.

'Baby, where are you?' I heard Aston call out, followed by the sound of the back door shutting.

'In he-' I started, before throwing up again.

'Woah, are you okay?!' he asked, pulling my hair out of my face and rubbing my back with his hand.

'Go away.. I don't want you seeing me like this' I spluttered.

'I'm not going ANYWHERE. I'm your boyfriend, it's my job to look after you' he said as I stood up. I washed my mouth out and splashed water in my face.

'Aston, it was that sausage.. It didn't taste right' I explained.

'Let me try some' he said, going over to inspect it.

'No, don't be so stupid! It'll make you ill!' I instructed.

'Well, it looks cooked' he said, cutting some off the end and trying it for himself.

'Aston, you'll be sick, don't eat it!' I said.

'It tastes fine.. Actually, it tastes quite good!' he said, eating more.

'But it made me throw up' I said, sniffing the food on the plate, which made me feel slightly sick.

'Maybe you have a bug or something' Aston suggested.

'Maybe' I yawned.

'Don't tell me you're tired again' he moaned.

'It's your fault, you've been tiring me out every night' I giggled.

'I guess so.. Why don't you go put your bikini on and lay down outside? Then you can get some sleep AND get a tan at the same time' he winked.

'I guess so' I smiled, heading back upstairs.

After changing into a white bikini, which showed off my tan beautifully, I was laid in the sunshine, dropping off to sleep again.

'Have you got sun cream on?' Aston asked me.

'Nope.. But it's our last day, I need to get as tanned as possible' I smiled, not bothering to open my eyes.

'But you'll burn!' Aston warned.

'I'll be fine' I yawned. He seemed to have given up trying after that.. Or so I thought, until I felt a cool liquid on my stomach.

'Aston!' I screamed slightly, looking down at my stomach to see him rubbing sun cream on me.

'If you're too lazy to do it, I'll do it for you. I don't want you in pain on the flight home' he said, rubbing his hands over my waist.

'Ast, I'm fine, honestly!' I said, trying to push him away.

'Just let me do this.. Then I'll leave you in peace' he grinned, clearly enjoying feeling me up.

'Fine' I sulked, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I felt his hands moving around my body.. From my stomach, over my chest, back down to my stomach again, and down to my legs.

'Done! Roll over, I need to do your back' he smiled, trying to push me over.

'But I'm not even laid on my belly, so my back won't even be in the sun!' I said stubbornly, refusing to turn over.

'But you might decide to later!' he winked.

'Why are you SO annoying' I moaned, turning over for him.

'You love me really' I heard him say. And again, his hands were everywhere. After he'd rubbed sun cream all over my back, and the backs of my legs, he began to rub his hands over my bum, his fingertips reaching under my bikini bottoms slightly.

'Aston.. Don't push your luck' I warned.

'Fine' he sighed. I heard him stand up and walk away, before there was a large splash.. I was guessing he'd jumped into the pool, leaving me to fall back to sleep..