Dark Shadows

He looked at the nurse and nodded,"I'll make sure she does, I'll take a couple weeks off work,"

I shook my head. "You don't need to do that." I murmured, wincing as the needle was taken out of my arm.

"Well I'm going to," he said seriously,"I have to take care of you, because I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself. Three meals a deal, decent meals,"he said to her, "You need to weigh at least a hundred and thirty five pounds before I go back to work, and if you lose weight I will notice," he said to her.

I huffed slightly. That was gaining close to 20 pounds. "I haven't weighed that since I was a dancer. I can't regain all of that." I told him, getting up from the bed.

"If you don't do it at my house you will here in the hospital," he said making her sit back down on the bed,"Maybe you should start dancing again," he said to her, "It was your dream to dance, maybe you should start doing it again, a friend of mine has a jazz class that needs an instructor," he said to her. "I think you should teach,"

I shook my head. "I haven't danced in years." I murmured, looking at him as he put me back on the bed. The nurse brought me food, telling me i had to eat all of it before i could leave. "I wasn't allowed to dance." I sighed, looking at the food in disgust.

"Exactly, you weren't now you are, and like I said he is in jail," he said to her, "Do something for yourself, you're free of him now, eat," he said to her as he sat down.

I made a face at the food, scrunching my nose at it. Boring looking turkeyc, some mashed potatoes and broccoli and chicken soup. I picked up the unsalted crackers and ate one, putting the package down. "I don't want this." I said to him, pushing the tray away.

"You're going to eat it," he said to her, "Or you can stay here," he shrugged a little as he licked his lips.

I sighed heavily, looking at the food. I picked up the other cracker and ate it, before dipping the spoon in the soup and taking a sip. "This food is nasty." I whined, dropping the spoon and turning away from the food.

Dinah sighed as she walked into the house setting her bags down as she looked around, then went to sit on the couch. Maybe.. maybe once the baby was born they could work things out. Maybe this would help? She loved him so much, she didn't know what to do with herself.

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"I don't care, eat it," he said to her rubbing his face. "I'll make it up to you later by getting you those burgers you used to eat all the time," he smiled.

I gave a half smile and sighed, looking at the food. I used to love burgers at this one place, but it felt like so long ago. "Won't all of that food make me fat? He told me I was ugliest when I was fat. And that no one would want to be around me." I admitted, stirring around the soup absentmindely.

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He sighed a little as he walked out of the kitchen, seeing her on the couch. "You can have whatever room you want. I'll stay out of your way." He murmured, leaning against the doorframe.

She looked at him then nodded a little,"If thats what you want," she murmured gently as she looked at him then licked over her lips. He looked horrible, and she knew she didn't look any better, she walked over to him and grabbed his hands then placed them on her stomach, "I miss you so much," she whispered her voice cracking as she fought of the tears. "I wish you missed me too,"

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"You look sick right now Malia, you were always beautiful he just wanted to control you, and if we're being honest, I think you looked sexiest when you were in your size eights," he smirked a little.

I looked at him then the food. Even when I was a size that pleased him, I never not once felt attractive. I looked back at him, noticing his smirk. Though it amused me, I couldn't bring myself to smile. "You're just saying that."I said, playing around with the food.

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He shook his head a little, afraid that if he got attached he would end up with heartache again. "I miss you too. But we can't go back. Its gone." He said, stepping away slowly. "I'm going to make lunch."

"You're beautiful, Malia now eat up so we can get those burgers," he smiled.

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"It's not gone, Yixing. It's still there or you wouldn't care about me," she said to him softly ,"We can fix this, you said you didn't want to go through another loss well we're not going to. All the other babies all had murmurs in their hearts or irregular beats - this one doesn't it's perfect the doctor said that he or she is in perfect condition," she said to him, "We've had a bad hand, and I... I can't do this alone, I don't want to ... I don't want to see you with someone else, it'll kill me, call me selfish but I can't do it. I will lose my mind, when I said my vows I meant it... I want you forever, even if life sucks even if you hate me I'll always want you,"

I shook my head a little, drinking the soup quickly. I just wanted to get out of here. "I ate the soup, do i have to eat the rest?" I asked, really not wanting t he food.

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He shook his head at her words, stepping back. "What do you want to eat?" He asked, heading towards the kitchen. He wasn't sure they could fix it. The pictures from their wedding seemed like an impossibility.

"Yep, or they won't let you leave," he said to her sighing a little with a small smile.

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"Can you make the roast beef sandwich?" she asked,"Like you used to?" she questioned as she wiped her eyes.

I huffed. "But we're going for burgers, I can't eat all of this and then that, I'll explode." I whined, taking a bite of the potatoes and making a face. I put some on a spoon and offered it to him. "Taste this," I said.

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He nodded a little, pulling out the ingredients for it. He remembered how much she loved those sandwiches and sighed, turning on the stove.

"I'll make tea, and the dipping sauce for the sandwiches, "she murmured softly as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the cabinets and grabbed the hot tea - she usually drank hot tea with her sandwiches, the dipping sauce was something she'd gotten from a resturant she used to frequent andi t was by far her favorite.

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He tasted it and shook his head,"add salt," he said handing her a pack, "It's not that bad, you just are not used to eating,"

I sighed a little and added some, taking another bite. It wasn't great, but it was slightly better. "Fine." I muttered, eating more. I could feel ny my stomach growling, but I ate more, pushing the food away when all that was left was the broccoli. "I'm not eating that."

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He began slicing the food, heating up the stove for the beef. "You want mayo on it?" He asked, taking out the bread to toast it.