Holding Onto You

Ch. 50

Demi's pov

I get into the bed carefully and Bella lifts her head to look at me with watery eyes. I frown as she moves onto my chest, "My poor baby. I'm sorry you don't feel good angel." I say.

I hear her sniffle and I rub her back, "Daddy told me it was your stomach that hurt. Is that true?" I ask.

"Yeah mommy." She whimpers.

I wrap one arm around her and gently rub her back with my free hand, "I'm sorry babygirl. I know that hurts. It's not fun either." I say.

"No mommy."

"Do you want to take a warm bath? When my tummy hurts I take a warm bath and that helps it sometimes. Do you want to maybe give that a shot?" I ask.

"Yes."

I slip out from beneath her and put her on my hip and carry her to the bathroom. I set her on the floor and start the bathwater and turn around to her, "Will some bubbles make you feel a bit better?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "Do you want some?" I ask.

Again, she shakes her head.

I give up on that and just feel the water again before looking at Bella, "Ok, I think it's good. Do you want to feel and make sure?" I ask and she shakes her head.

I help her get undressed and let her get into the bathtub before I put the drain down and stop the water from going down the drain. As it slowly fills up I walk to the sink and grab a towel from beneath it before putting it on the sink so I'll have one for once she's finished.

"Ponytail?"

"You want your hair up?" I ask and she nods.

"Ok, we can do that. I don't like my hair down when I'm sick either." I say.

I go to my hair drawer and get a ponytail holder before sitting in front of Bella. I very gently get her hair up and she puts her head on the side of the tub once I finish.

"Oh I can tell you're not feeling good, you look so sad." I frown.

"I don't mommy, it really hurts."

"Have you thrown up today?" I ask.

"In sissys room."

Poor baby, she doesn't look good at all. Under her eyes look so dark. She looks so sad and so tired. Her eyes are red from crying. She looks a bit pale. She's absolutely miserable.

"Did daddy clean it up?" I ask.

"Avie did."

"That was nice." I say.

"I said sorry."

"It's not your fault baby. It happens sometimes. You don't always make it to the toilet." I say.

"I still felt bad."

I stroke her cheek with my thumb as her tired eyes look up at me, "It's not your fault, Avie told you that didn't she?" I ask.

"Yeah, when I started crying she told me it's ok and that it wasn't my fault and that it could be cleaned up easy. I still felt bad though mommy."

"No, you don't have any reason to. Accident's happen."

"Will you snuggle with me?"

"Of course I will, my baby needs snuggles huh?" I ask.

She gives me a sad nod and I kiss her forehead, "Once we finish the bath we can snuggle a bit." I say.

She gives me a tired nod and sits in the warm water for a bit before she lets me bathe her and dry her off. I help her change and I carry her back to the bed. I put her in the middle before getting back in bed beside her. Her head moves to my chest and I rub her back gently trying to make her feel the tiniest better.

I know it's a weak effort and doesn't do much, but doing this at least keeps her calm. Something i need her to stay because the more upset she gets, I know she'll only vomit.

Maya's pov

I feel the bed dip and I lift my head slightly to see Bailey looking at me sorry, "I'm sorry you feel like shit. I know physical therapy is hard enough, but with a migraine on top of it I can't even begin to imagine how shitty you feel."

"I'll be ok." I say weakly.

I feel her hand on my chin before I see her inching closer to me and her lips connect with mine. I can taste the strawberry Chapstick on her lips and I just feel all pain leave my body. For a few seconds I feel my body almost reach a high from her touch.

The feeling lasts until she pulls away and I whimper, "I know, I know." She sighs, "I promise the second you feel better we'll do something more if that's what you really want. We have to settle for this right now though. Especially with your parents and siblings around."

I hide my face in her chest and I feel her hand find mine. Her fingers interlock with mine as she kisses the top of my head, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you so much." I whisper weakly.

"Get some rest babe, I know you're hurting. I'll be here when you wake up. I sort of always am now."

I don't know when Bailey is supposed to go home, but it doesn't seem like my parent's have made any plans for her to leave anytime soon. Something I am at least relieved with. I don't think Bailey minds staying here anywhere. It keeps her away from here mom.

My vote is we just go ahead and let her move in since she practically already has. I don't really see a flaw in that plan. It seems like an amazing one if you ask me.

"I can't, not right now. I'm not tired enough."

"Ok, then lets talk until you are." She suggests.

"Hold me."

I feel her hand leave mine as she lays on her back. I inch closer to her and get snuggled beside her and her arms wrap around me loosely, "If it makes you feel better, then ok."

"It does."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" She asks.

"This is it."

"Alright."

"So about the promise." I say.

"Yes." She says.

"Even if like I feel ready, then we try it, and it turns out I'm not. You won't be upset or disappointed will you?" I ask.

"Absolutely not. I already told you that Maya. I know it's going to be hard and sometimes you think you're ready for something and you're not. I know that just because you're ready for a relationship, it doesn't mean you're ready to be intimate. Especially after what happened to you. I'm willing to wait, I'm not in a rush to jump into that. I'm not dating you for that. I'm ok with waiting as long as we need to. I'm not going to push you into anything or rush you into anything. If you aren't ready, we'll stop and it won't be a big deal. I promise. I understand Maya."

I want to believe it but I don't understand how it's true. If I say I'm ready to do something and get her excited about it, then back out, how is that not disappointing? I feel like if I say I'm ready then I have to be ready. I can't just set her up like that. I can't let her down like that. Plus I trust her, it would be ok. I just have to remind myself of that.

"You're the best." I say.

"No, you're the best."

"No, it's you. I really got lucky to have you." I say.

"I'm lucky to have you. You have the sweetest soul and the biggest heart. I don't know how I got so lucky to be able to call you mine. I really don't." She says.

I look up from my pillow as she kisses my forehead. I give her a weak smile, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, but I can see the tiredness in your eyes babe."

I give a small nod and accept defeat and close my eyes. As I do so, I feel her play with my hair. I just lay there with my eyes closed as I struggle to sleep through the pain. Eventually, her playing with my hair results in me calming down and I just go straight to sleep.