Riley hadn’t really expected to end up in a friends with benefits situation with Luke, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy every moment of it. The sex was good, of course it was, but she also found it easy to just talk to him, to enjoy being in his arms, in a sexual manner or otherwise, and she often found herself wondering what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him, but she never dared to bring it up, not wanting to ruin what they currently had. When she’d woken up in Luke’s arms that morning, she’d been planning to enjoy it, maybe even to tease him a bit, but she felt a sudden wave of nausea that drove her quickly from the bed and into the bathroom, where she found herself emptying her stomach, coughing, sputtering, and shuddering with the feeling until it passed. Breathing out, she closed her eyes, trying to figure out what had caused the sudden nausea, but when she heard Luke, she chewed on her lip and grabbed some tissue to wipe her mouth before flushing the toilet. “Yeah, I’m in here,” she called out in retun, “Um… No, I don’t think I’m gonna go, I don’t have much of an appetite - don’t let that stop you, though!” Standing, she went to the sink and gathered water in her hands to splash it at her face, hoping it would help, and she patted her face dry with a towel before using the tooth brush she kept here to brush her teeth quickly, and rinsing her mouth out with mouthwash, though she soon stepped out of the bathroom, offering a weak smile to Luke. “Sorry, do you need the bathroom?”
Michael was surprised when he woke up and found that Sasha wasn’t there, in his arms, like she was every morning. His brows pulled together, and he felt anxiety course through him, because he couldn’t help but worry about her. They’d been through so much, from losing their unborn child to nearly losing Sasha - her nearly losing her life, - and knowing that she was absent from the bed they shared made him worry. Hell, he worried about her when it came to even the simplest things; he couldn’t help it, not after everything that had happened. His eyes wandered the room carefully, as if she’d be in a corner of the room or even just looking through her clothes in their dresser, or scanning her perfumes and make up to get ready for the day - for all he knew, they may have something important to attend to today that he had forgotten about. When he didn’t see her, though, he felt his anxiety and concern spiking and he climbed from the bed quickly, wanting - needing - to find her and make sure that she was okay. “Sasha?” he called out quietly, unable to hide the concern in his voice, and he wandered through the room, over to the bathroom, figuring that she had to be in there, or maybe she was down in the kitchen. The bathroom was closer, though, so he wanted to check there first, and he paused when he heard her voice on the other side, confused when he registered her words. What was going on? “Sasha?” he called gently, reaching to lift his hand, knocking on the door lightly. “You okay in there, babe? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
Skye couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her eyes focused on a pair of blue lines on a pregnancy test, her heart twisting and aching in her chest. She hadn’t been feeling well the past few days, and she’d recognized the feeling from before - but, the only other time she’d felt like this was when she’d been pregnant before. She chewed hard on her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she recalled the pain of losing that pregnancy, all too aware that, by now, she should be hearing tiny feet exploring the floors in hers and Harry’s home, but they hadn’t even gotten to experience the childbirth and hadn’t seen the baby in person, only ever seeing it on a screen. Breathing shakily, she wiped at her eyes, trying to calm down, and she leaned her head back against the bathroom wall, though the tears returned to her eyes when she heard Harry’s voice. How was she supposed to tell him? How were they going to deal with this again? What if they lost this one as well? She didn’t think she could bear it. Clearing her throat, she looked to the door. “You can come in, Harry,” she called, trying to ignore the way her voice shook and cracked, but she was sure Harry would realize what was happening the moment he walked in - she wasn’t bothering to hide the pregnancy test, she didn’t want to hide anything from him. But, she wasn’t sure how to say it, so a part of her hoped he would just realize it on his own.
Cillian was beyond proud of the strength Kyrie showed each and every time they went to appointments for the IVF treatments. They wanted a family so desperately, so badly, but each treatment had gone through without a positive result, and it left both of them upset every single time, but Kyrie showed so much strength in handling it all that he couldn’t help but be amazed by her. He couldn’t imagine anybody else in the world that he’d want to share a baby with, create a life with, raise a child with. Everything about her made his heart happy, made him happy, and he loved her so much for it, in ways that he couldn’t even begin to explain, with a strength he’d never even known was possible. And, yet, with Kyrie, it was - he’d found his one, he was sure of it, the one woman that he was meant to spend his life with, and he couldn’t imagine anything better, aside from having a child with her. They were trying so hard, and he was sure it would pay off some day, but even if it didn’t, at least he still had Kyrie in his life, as his. Giving a noise when he heard her voice, he found himself stirring slightly, waking up, and he blinked his eyes open, peering down at her before he drew her closer to himself. “I am now,” he promised quietly, lifting his hand to run his fingers through her hair gently, breathing out as he relaxed with her in his arms, wanting to hold her, wanting to be there for her. “You feeling alright?”
Amara constantly found herself exhausted from the IVF treatments, and each time they went through it, it seemed to exhaust her more and more. But, she knew it was necessary, she knew this was what she wanted, and it was what Ashton wanted, too. And, if she had to suffer a little before they could finally reach their dream of having a child together, she would go through the IVF treatments as many times as possible until it finally worked, no matter how tired they made her, no matter how many negative results they got, no matter what. When she heard Ashton’s voice, she stirred slightly, but not fully, too tired to fully wake up yet, hardly aware of him parting from her and leaving the bed, and she found herself burying her face against her pillow instead, falling deeper into her sleep at first. Eventually, though, she forced herself awake, her eyes opening, and she peered around a bit, realizing Ashton wasn’t in bed, and the warmth from his spot had already ebbed away. “Ash?” she called out quietly, rubbing at her eyes before she sat up, though she wasn’t all that eager to get out of bed yet, still too tired to move too much.
Calum gave a startled noise when he hit the ground, the feeling waking him up, and he groaned as he rubbed where his body made the most contact with the floor, his brows pulling together as he pouted. “What’d you do that for?” he complained, making a face as he peered towards the bed, watching Ruby for a moment before he forced himself up, standing and moving to the bed with a smirk, crawling over her to kiss her for a moment. “Good morning to you, too,” he murmured, nipping at her lip with a small grin, “Though that was a rude awakening. Very rude, even.” But, at least he was awake now, and he figured that meant he could spend time with Ruby. They werent together-together, but they were together enough to share more time together than just friends would, and they knew each other more intimately than some couples did, and he loved every moment of it. Moreover, a huge part of him wanted it to be more, wanted to make their relationship more official, but he also worried what that would do to what they had going on between them now. Forcing the thoughts to leave his mind, he smirked slightly as he eyed her, arching a brow. “How’d you sleep, hm?”
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