- FORTY-SEVEN
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XLVII .. everything she wants
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BELLA PLACED HER HAIR UP as she laid back down in bed. it was one of those days where she felt like absolute crap and the fact that she was pregnant, didn't help. after a couple of meetings she had this morning, she felt sick and took the afternoon off. bella reached for the warm mug of chamomile tea next to her nightstand and pressed it up to her lips, feeling the warm sensation of the tea.
while bella looked through the channels, she drank some more of the chamomile tea, the baby shifting as she placed the mug down. "look, i know it doesn't taste as good as cherry coke, but bear with me, hon." bella sighed as she spoke to the baby. as she sat back in her bed, the phone began to ring. bella reached across the nightstand to grab the phone.
"hello?" bella answered.
"you feeling better hon?" jenna said, twirling the phone cord through her fingers.
"i'm not spilling my guts out anymore." bella sighed as she placed a hand on her temple and then ran a hand through her hair.
"take a nap." jenna said. "how's the baby doing? is she okay?"
"yeah, i'm pretty sure." bella said. "did i miss anything important?"
"no, not really." jenna said, as she closed some folders and put them aside. "johnny's kinda worried about you; he called wanting to talk to you but by the time he called, you were gone. he said he would head to van nuys during his break and he would even take the afternoon off if he needed to."
"i told him not to get out of work." bella sighed. "thank you for relaying the message."
"i hope you feel better. i'll call you once i get out." jenna said. "take care hon."
"thanks jen." bella smiled as she reached over and placed the phone back. bella laid back on the bed as she let out a soft sigh and briefly closed her eyes. while bella slept, she heard the door open, along with the soft jingle of keys.
"bella?" johnny called out as he took off his jacket and walked to the bedroom. "babe, are you okay?"
he slowly walked into the bedroom as he looked at the brunette who laid half-asleep in bed. bella softly opened her eyes to find the blonde, sitting on the edge of the bed. "i'm okay." bella said, giving her boyfriend a soft smile. "i was just feeling sick during a meeting."
"you feeling better?" johnny said as he intertwined his hand with hers. "i'll take the afternoon off if you need me to."
bella simply nodded as she let out a sigh and rubbed her small tummy. "just stay with me." she smiled as johnny climbed into bed. "if you need to leave, it's okay–"
"no, it's fine." johnny smiled as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame. bella shifted her body to her side and wrapped her arms around his torso. he felt her body relax and after a few minutes, she fell asleep in his arms. "you're gonna be fine, baby."
johnny knew that she was having a hard week, again and did his best to look after her and take care of her while she was going through a rough patch. as bella laid in his arms, he ran his hands through her hair, which calmed her down. it was small moments like these that made him fall for her even more.
these past few weeks, as he took care of bella, he felt like he was playing 'husband' and although he liked it, it also made him nervous. he did want to marry bella, but he also realized the responsibilities that came with marriage. it wasn't only about the big wedding and the honeymoon to an exotic place; it was about communicating with one another, making compromises, and providing enough money in order to pay bills and have food on the table, especially now with their baby on the way.
johnny often found himself overthinking about being the "good husband"; he would take care of bella with his life and he'd never let anything happen to her or their daughter, but it wasn't just about that. it would be sleepless nights, helping out with the baby, and most importantly, letting go of the party lifestyle he's been accustomed to since he was 15. was he ready to give that up? the partying, the drinking, the fighting? maybe the guys were right, or maybe they were wrong.
maybe, just maybe he could make it work and try to be the best husband to bella and the best father to his daughter. he's made it work before, he sure as hell could do it again.
i'm gonna make it work. all of it.
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the phone began to ring loudly, waking the couple from their mid-afternoon nap. bella was a relatively heavy sleeper, so instead of waking up, she simply groaned and turned to the side. johnny, on the other hand, opened his eyes and attempted to reach for the phone, without waking bella.
"hello?" johnny said answering the phone.
bella softly stirred and opened her eyes as she looked up at johnny who was on the phone with one of the guys. she rubbed her eyes and sighed as she cuddled closer to the blonde while he ran his hands through her hair.
"alright, i'll see you later, man." johnny said as he reached over and hung up the phone. "hey princess, how're you feeling?"
"better." bella smiled. "the guys called?"
"just dutch, he invited me to go get a drink." johnny sighed as she continued to run his hands through her hair. "if you need me, i'll stay behind–"
"go. i'll be fine." bella smiled.
"you sure you'll be okay?" johnny said.
"yeah, i'm sure." bella said as she leaned up against a pillow and put her hair up into a hair clip. johnny placed a small kiss on her lips as he got out of bed to change out of his work clothes. "just promise me you'll be safe, hon."
"i will." johnny smiled as he kissed her temple. "i love you, sweetheart."
"i love you too." bella smiled.
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the soft tune of fleetwood mac's dreams played as bella sat in the living room, in the company of chrissy. the two girls sat on the sofa, sharing a pizza as the sound of the rain hitting the window was heard. "every time i hear the rain, i remember that one time we were at the beach and it just started pouring." chrissy chuckled. "we all ran inside our cars, but you and johnny stayed outside, just standing in the rain."
bella softly chuckled and stared at the cherry coke bottle in her hands. "what's wrong?" chrissy said as she grabbed a slice of pizza.
"you remember that one night? during the summer of '85? we all went up to the hills and got so high." bella softly smiled. "i remember johnny talking about us, and new york, i even think he started talking about us getting married."
"it's no secret that he wants to marry you, bella." chrissy smiled. "that boy's been in love with you since you almost spilled your cherry coke on him back in the day."
"it's just scary, y'know." bella sighed. "i love him, i really do, but i wouldn't know where to begin. as a wife, as a mother–"
"it's okay to be nervous." chrissy chuckled. "he's probably even more nervous than you are. he told me back when he got you that ring, that he wanted a future with you. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, the question is, do you?"
"of course. i love him and i wanna be with him." bella sighed. "i'm just worried."
"about?" chrissy said as she took a seat next to bella.
"chris, i've had dreams about him leaving." bella sighed as she caressed her bump. "y'know how people say that the spark dies after having kids? what if that happens to us? what if this fails?"
"honey, you're just missing him, that's all." chrissy said as she embraced bella. "you two are gonna be fine. i know you two will."
bella sighed and cleaned the small tears from her eyes as the phone began to ring. "i got it." chrissy smiled as she reached over to answer the phone. as chrissy took her phone call, bella cleared up the coffee table and threw away the empty pizza box. "bella, it's for you."
bella walked to the phone and pressed it up against her ear. as bella took the phone call, chrissy helped clean the table and placed the empty bottles inside the sink. chrissy looked over to bella as the smile disappeared from her face and place a hand on her stomach. she hung up the phone and began to nervously paced around the room.
"what?" chrissy said. "bella, whats wrong? who called?"
"johnny got arrested."
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