"good job!" she cheered
"Okay, thank you so much, Al!"
"no problem love, now go serve it to her"
"Yeah, thanks! bye!"
"Bye!" she called off and i ended the call. I held my phone and took a photo of the bowl of porridge that was set in front of me and i quickly sent it to Aly
"What ya think?" I typed in and sent
Thankfully, she quickly replied
From Aly:
"Looks perfect! Congratulations! :) x"
I was incredibly proud of what i had done and without wasting time, i picked up the tray with the bowl of porridge and glass of water and walked to the living room where Emily was still laying down. Her head was leaning on a pillow by the arm rest, just staring at the tv
"C'mon, let's get you fed" i said as i scooted beside her
She sat up and moved her gaze back and forth from me and the tray "Y--you made that?"
"Yup! your favorite porridge!" i said amusingly with a wide grin "Aly had to coach me through the phone but i still made it"
"Awww" she said before getting cut by a cough. "you're the best!" she said
Emily sat up straight on the couch, facing me so that i could feed her the food properly. We didn't talk much, just letting the noise of the television show echo through the house. Ocassionally, Emily would cough out or she would sigh deeply, with the lack of air. I was worried and i was no doctor so all i could do was be there and attend for her needs, making sure she had enough fluids, she was kept warm and that she drank her medicine.
Midway through the bowl, she suddenly spoke up after downing some water "Lou?"
"Yeah?"
she asked softly "Were you scared awhile ago?"
"When you were vomiting? yeah" i answered. "I've never seen you this weak"
"No" she replied quickly "Not that"
My brows furrowed and forehead creased at her answer. I didn't exactly respond but i just kept a confused look at my face
"I meant, when you thought i was pregnant" She shied away and looked down at her fingers "Were you scared that i was pregnant?"
"Scared that it was causing you to throw up like that" i cleared my throat "But if you were pregnant though, that would probably just wipe my fear away and i most likely would still be jumping for joy 'til now" i said honestly
In turn, Emily looked up to me with furrowed brows and a creased forehead. She carried the same look of confusion that i had awhile ago
"Really? you'd be jumping for joy?"
"yeah" i confirmed once again "Why?"
"I don't know. I was thinking you'd be terrified hearing something like that"
Now i was back to confusion again. "What? What does even mean?"
"Well, you'd probably be thinking having me pregnant right now wouldn't be too good. It's too soon, and your at the peak of your career. pregnancy would just bring you crashing down and it's just-----"
"Ems" i gripped her hand, cutting her from her explanation "You're more important than my career and it's always going to be that way. If you're pregnant than why not. That would be a blessing! And besides, there's no other woman i'd want to be the mother of my children than you" i smiled to her sincerely
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You Make Me....ME [A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]
Teen FictionEmily Walcott is a 19 year old English model who had spent most of her childhood in Wolverhampton. However when she was ten, she was forced to move to LA along with her parents (she’s an only child) for her dad’s job. She spent her teenage life ther...
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