Now I can honestly say I hate Mother Nature.
I'm only three hours into my 'period' and it sucks ass.
I've been walking around the house in Jason's sweats he gave me and a hoodie over my head. My phone stays in my pocket, and constantly vibrates, but I never answer it.
"Baby..." I voice coos walking into my room.
"Get the fuck out." I hiss, not wanting to be bothered.
"Aw c'mon. It's just me." I hear Jason call out.
"Oh... S-sorry." I stammer, still cuddled up in a ball.
" I got you something." He sings sitting next to me, dangling a bag.
"Junk food?" I squeal with hope.
"Yep. I don't know what you like, so I got a little of everything." He says.
"Awe... Thank you." I say pecking his lips.
"Welcome. Whatcha watchin?" He ask sitting beside me.
"Cartoons. There's nothing better." I say eating a piece of candy. He wraps an arm around my shoulders cuddling with me.
"Um... Your mom wants me to talk to you."
"About what?"
"What happened... W-with Chris."
I lower my head a little. I didn't want to talk about this. I just wanted to forget it.
"I'm fine." I say.
"But baby-"
"I said I'm fine. Can we just drop it?" I snap.
"Derek, you're not fine. You're hurting. I can see it. And holding it in makes it worse."
"I-I... I-I just can't..." I sob softly playing with the ends of my hoodie.
"Babe..." Jason sighs, grabbing my hand.
"P-please j-Jason... D-don't make me." I beg, sniffling.
He sighs deeply. "Okay. I won't."
"T-thank you." I say laying back into his chest.
We sat for a few minutes, eating and watching Spongebob and other cartoons laughing and enjoying each other.
"Derek, when's your birthday?"
"Um... In three weeks..."
"So that's... July..."
"15th."
"Oh... Favorite color?"
"Anything I look good in." I chuckle.
"Favorite food?"
"Anything that tastes good."
He sucks his teeth. "Derek, you're not helping me here."
"Helping you what?" I laugh siting up.
"Get to know you.."
My eyes widen. "Oh... I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Now again... What's your favorite color?"
I sigh deeply. "Purple..."
"Favorite food.."
"Tacos..."
"Favorite... Shoe?"
"Supras..."
"Favorite day of the week..."
"Ugh... Jason?"
"Ah... Answer my question..." He says.
"Friday... And my least favorite is Monday."
"Ok good. Now ask me questions."
I giggle, raising up a little. "Birthday?"
"August 25."
"Favorite food?"
"Mexican."
"Favorite color?"
"Green."
"Favorite day of the week?"
"Saturday."
I laugh a little. "Jason... What's the point of this?"
"Like I said... I want to get to know you. Everything about you. From what gets you angry to what turns you on. Everything." He smiles.
I sigh, smiling a little. "Okay... Ugh." I groan softly.
"Cramps?" He asks.
"Y-yeah... Very bad." I groan.
"Let me rub your belly, baby. Maybe it'll help."
I nod my head, raising my shirt a little, exposing my belly. He gently rubs my stomach, soothing the pain just a little.
"Better?"
"Much better." I sigh.
We laid like that all day, Jason rubbing my belly as we watched tv.
"I love you Jason." I moan softly,slowly going to sleep. And just before sleep consumed me, I heard Jason say...
"I love you more baby boy."
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