Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?
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I had come home after going to the post office, and i heard vomiting. I frowned, going to Lou's room, and she was asleep in her bed. I then quickly ran down to Rhys's room, into the ensuite as he was hurled over in the toilet.
He was shaking, flapping his hands, toes curled, coughing, tugging his hair.
"Rhys." I came to him, he breathed deeply, terrified. He was having a panic attack. He was barely breathing. His hands moved to my shirt, tugging it.
"I know, i know." I nodded. He stared at me desperately. Desperate to make it stop, to make it go away.
"I'm sorry, i know, i'm sorry."
He tilted his head back against the wall, lips moving like he wants to talk but can't.
I came closer, rubbing his head, giving it a kiss.
"You're doing so well, keep doing those deep breathes."
He fiddled with my shirt, until i calm him enough to get him to bed. I cuddle him, "shhhhh, you're not alone, i'm right here, and i'm not going anywhere."
I was giving Rhys cuddles, and then he fell asleep. I pulled away, and i unbuttoned his shirt, and i took off his shoes and undid his belt, before leaving.
I went to the kitchen, and i began making a grocery list, along with meal prepping. I cleaned, whipping down the kitchen benches, cleaning Lou's toys and putting them away. I dusted. And then i heard Lou. I went to her room and she was waking up.
Her hair messy and dribble down her face. I smiled.
"Oh hello." I bent down as she came stumbling over. I picked her up, bouncing her.
"Did you have a good nap?"
She nodded. "Hungry."
"Yeah? Do you want some fruit bread?"
She nodded. I served her the fruit bread and she ate happily, waking up, babbling to me.
We sat and we played, cuddles and kisses, giggles.
"Where's Daddy?"
"Daddy is sleeping he's a little tired. He's just having a nap."
"I just napped." She dribbled.
"Uh-huh, you did. Now Daddy napping."
"Yeah he's sleepy baby."
I nodded, giggling.
We continued to play, and i heard footsteps. I turned. Rhys came out the hallway, cheeks pink and hair scruffy but he looks so adorable.
