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Bella_beck: don't be afraid to breakdown every once in a while. Tagged: @Kayla.carson
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{Bella's POV}
I closed the door, walking into Noah and I's shared home. "I'm home bub!" I yelled, letting my presence be known.
"Hey princess, I ordered pizza for dinner." Noah said, making his way over to greet me. I hugged him, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Everything okay, Bells?" I shrugged. "I'm just tired, long day, not so great comments. Didn't want to breakdown in front of Kayla cause she needed me to be strong for her, but I couldn't help it. Kinda feel like shit for crying when she is the one that got cheated on and shit. But you know it's whatever, I'm fine."
I felt the tears forming, and the lump in my throat causing a burning pain as I tried to swallow it. I looked up at Noah, pleading with my eyes for him to comfort me. "You can cry to me Bella, always. At anytime." He whispered, whipping away the tear that slid down my cheek.
And after that, came a sob, then another, and more and more. "Why c-can't they just fucking leave m-me be? I'm a f-fucking human. I feel and I-I feel pain." I choked out, fisting Noah's shirt as I let my frustration and pain pour out.
"I know, Princess. This is a cruel world. And the people in it are harsh and judgmental. But just because there's people like that, doesn't mean there aren't incredible people, who are kind-hearted and caring. You don't have to hold back from me, Bella. You're my wife, we've been together for 5 years. You don't have to hide." His hands ran small circles on my back as we stood in each other's arms.
"Do you want me to go pick up some chicken nuggets?" I looked up at him, "But you already ordered pizza." "Yes I did, but that's not your favorite, so do you want chicken nuggets or not?" I squeezed him. Cuddles or nuggets? ..cuddles. 100% percent.
"No, I just want you to hold me. Baby me a bit." I mumbled. "Aww, does my girl need some love?" He asked, lifting me and causing my legs to wrap around his waist. "Yeah." He pressed kisses to my cheek and forehead, carrying me upstairs to bed. "You're gonna be alright, pretty baby. They don't know shit about you and who you are behind the screen. They don't realize that there is an incredible, amazing woman who happens to be the love of my life, posting even if she feels insecure. Which babe, you're undeniably stunning. Don't worry about what people say. You're, you, and I don't want you to change."
I nodded, holding him tightly. "Don't doubt yourself. And don't be afraid to cry to me. You don't ever have to hold back from me." I nuzzled my head into his neck, his cologne causing a warmth to spread through me. "I love you." "I love you too, Mrs. Beck."
"Promise me something?" I asked softly. "Anything, my love." "Please never stop being goofy with me? Don't just think that because we're married that we have to be serious. Just because you're my husband, doesn't mean I want you to stop being my boyfriend." He kisses my forehead.
"As long as you're my little princess monster, I'm your goofy boy." I smiled, hugging him tightly. "Can you take the pictures for Instagram tomorrow?" "Of course, Princess. Now take a nap, you're sleepy."
"Don't tell me what I am." I grumbled. "Your eyes can barely stay open. Sleep, Bells."
