Blind Love

Chapter 15 • More Than Okay

A/N: 🚨Trigger Warning🚨
The sensitive topic of weight is mentioned in this chapter. Please know that Harry and I think every single one of you is beautiful.

Also . . . this is the chapter with the big reveal of what JJ has aaaahhh 😱😰🥴🥺

"Grape?" I offer, touching the small baggie of mixed grapes to the back of his hand.

"Hm? No thanks, love," he answers absentmindedly.

We've been waiting for about twenty minutes or so in this clinic with only one woman who was here before us. She's been called back for five minutes or so now, so it shouldn't be long until my name is called.

I pop one more sour grape in my mouth before closing the bag and I put it in my purse. Even though I'm still hungry, my stomach can wait because I sense a nervousness in Harry. Crossing one ankle over the other, I slip my arm through his and work my fingers in his.

"Everything's gonna be fine. It's probably just a little stomach bug. The doctor will put me on some meds or something and I'll feel better by morning, and then we'll be able to enjoy the rest of our honeymoon."

He exhales a heavy breath, stroking my hand with his thumb, "I hope so. Y'know what I mean. I hope there's nothing wrong with you, but that would be an easy thing to fix."

"I know what you meant, love. Hey, and we lucked out for this clinic being down the street and the fact they could get me right in, hm?"

"Yeah, at least there's that," he agrees with a little squeeze to my hand.

"Joy Styles?"

I look over at the nurse standing at the door to the office area and I glance at Harry, "Want to go back with me?"

"Am I allowed?"

"I'm allowing it. C'mon," I smile at him and guide him to stand up. "I'm here," I call out to the nurse with a wave before grabbing my purse and we start walking across the waiting room. "Hello, I'm JJ, and this is my husband, Harry."

"Pleasure," she replies with a smile, gesturing her arm. "Follow me, would you?" We follow her over to the second curtain on the right and she draws the curtain shut. "There's an extra chair over there, and JJ, you can perch yourself on the examination table."

"Thank you. Here's the chair, love. It's a solid one."

Harry thanks me and once I'm sure he's settled, I set my purse on the counter and hoist myself up on the exam table. The crinkling of the protective paper makes me cringe and I make sure my skirt is proper.

"I'm going to take your vitals, but first the dreaded scale," the nurse says while putting on sterile gloves.

I groan, "Do I have to?"

"M'afraid so," she sympathetically says and I carefully step down from the table. "Hop on. Shoes off if you want."

"What's the point?" I rhetorically ask, already feeling defeated and I step on the scale.

She peeks at the number on the scale and I'm grateful that she doesn't say the one-hundred and thirteen kilograms out loud as she writes it down in my chart. It's been a while since I've weighed myself but with the wedding planning and the stress of my job, I'm not surprised that I've gained a few kilos.

"You can have a seat," she instructs and I happily step off the scale. Once I'm sat on the exam table, she walks over to me with a medical device. "Can I borrow your arm?"

"Yeah, sure."

She wraps the blood pressure cuff over my bicep and the machine starts filling the cuff with air, working to nearly cut the circulation off.