"Please, JJ."

"Talk to me, love."

"I'm sorry, Joy."

"Baby, please."

These phrases have been on rotation for the past four minutes while Harry and I have sat here in Trish's car. It's embarrassing that she had to lend it to us so we could work our shit out whilst she's waiting inside the clinic. I have half a mind to just fake our making up so we can get on with the day and then to fake not feeling well so she'll have to take us home. Then I'd lock him out of our bedroom for good.

"JJ, I'm deeply sorry that I hurt your feelings," Harry says in a quiet, meek voice. His pathetic lie doesn't impress me, so I purposely don't look at him. "Baby, I don't know what I was thinking. I'm-"

"Oh stop it," I glare at him, noticing he's taken off his sunnies at some point, which I'm sure is only for sympathy because he knows that gets to me. "Enough with the poor excuses. You're not sorry. Just admit you don't trust me at all. And that you don't love me for that matter."

"What? JJ, that's preposterous. I love you with every fiber of my being. In fact, I love you more than I love myself or anyone. A person can love another person and still hold them accountable for certain things. You just, you just don't understand."

"What don't I understand?" I ask and he exhales a heavy breath, throwing his hands up in the air in a helpless manner.

"I can't see a damn thing, so I've been relying on you to tell me the truth about eating right and doing your exercises. We're talking about our sons' health here. Not to bring up the past, but you've already broken that trust once."

My jaw drops, "You said you forgave me of that. We've moved on. We agreed you wouldn't bring that up anymore. Who's the liar now?"

"Alright, alright," Harry says, rubbing his forehead, "Hypothetically, if one of us were to cheat on the other, and the other person found out about it, wouldn't you have lasting residual doubt that that person would stay faithful to you? I-, I guess I'm saying I'm not sorry for having those doubts, because I'm only human, but I am sorry I hurt your feelings. That was never my intention. But the truth hurts sometimes."

The only sound in the car now is the Air Con blowing on high through the vents and the pulsating sound of my heart that I can feel and hear in my ears because I'm so angry.

"You wanna know my truth?" I ask, challenging him and he turns to face me.

"Sure," he says as if he's challenging my own challenge.

His wandering eyes look pathetic, essentially tugging at my heart and I decide not to crush him, "Never mind."

"No. Tell me. C'mon. Speak your peace, JJ. You'll feel much better."

His words take me by surprise and I watch him while he waits for my response. In my utterly selfish nature, I could hit him where it hurts, go below the belt so to speak, but I love him too much to do that.

"That's not true, Harry. Once something is said, it can't be unheard. Trust me."

"Alright. Fine. But are you sure you're not going to resent me later on for not saying it?"

I take a second to think, "Maybe, but your feelings are more important than my peace. That's how marriage and relationships work, Harry. Sometimes being kind is more important than speaking one's truth. I wouldn't intentionally hurt you."

"I didn't int- . . . okay. For the sake of today, I'll let it go and I'll accept any form of future punishment for this. So, does that mean you forgive me now?"

"No, not right now. Eventually, I guess. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is that I was hoping for a good day. Now I just want to go home. But I'll suck it up for Trish's sake. And I really want some fish and chips. So here's what we're going to do; we're going to tell Trish we've worked it out, we're going to pretend we're not angry at each other, we're going to do what we planned and then we're going to go home. Got it?"

"Got it. But you do know that I'm truly, truly sorry that I hurt your feelings?"

I stay silent, taking my phone from my handbag. "I'm gonna text Trish now."

Harry quietly sits in the driver's seat since I can't fit there and he feels for the steering wheel. The random thought that he'll never be able to drive crosses my mind and a wave of emotion comes over me. Even in my state of anger, I'm still thinking about my husband.

The screen on my phone becomes blurry and I blink away my tears so I can text Trish. In my peripheral vision, I notice Harry burying his face in his hands. I finish the text and press Send, exhaling a deep breath and I notice his shoulders jerk and his muffled sobs break my heart.

"Why are you crying?"

"Because, JJ. It's an emotional thing. I'm fucking helpless as a man and your husband. I'm angry. And I feel like a fucking arsehole for hurting your feelings. If I could go back . . . never mind. That's pointless. Just know that if I could give you everything in this world, I would."

"Harry, I don't want everything in the world. I just want you-" a chime from my phone interrupts me and I look down at the screen to see the notification of Trish's reply. "She's on her way out. You'll have to get in the back."

"Wait. What were you going to say? You just want me to what?"

I spot Trish walking out the door and I huff a breath, "There's no time. I'll tell you later. Maybe. Just get in the back, please."

Harry gives me a tight-lipped smile, opening the door and he gets out. I look over to see Trish walking towards us and Harry gets into the backseat. As I take a drink from my water bottle, Trish gets in and shuts the door.

"You two get it all sorted out?"

"Mhm," I hum before swallowing the lukewarm liquid. "We sure did. We're good as new. Ready to go eat?"

Trish gives me a look and glances back at Harry, "I don't believe you but I'm starving."

"Me, too," I agree, buckling my seatbelt.

"And I need to go to Val's Treasure. I'm in desperate need for a new vibe," she says, carefully pulling out of the car park and I shake my head with a smile at her openness. "How did your check-up go? Did you get one of those grainy baby picture things?"

"You mean a sonogram? Yes, and I'll show you when we stop."

"Oh yes, gotta be safe whilst I drive," she says, looking over her shoulder to change lanes.

"Baby A is doing splendidly," I offer to break t her awkward silence.

"Yeah? And what about the littler baby bean? I'm rooting for that one."

I shake my head with a smile, "Baby B is doing better than we all expected."

"Wonderful! Oh that makes me so happy. So I guess all that resting in the bed helped then, hmm?"

"And by JJ's healthy eating and doing her exercises," Harry adds and I look at him through the rear view mirror. A small smile tugs at my lips and I'm reminded of the fact that my own husband thinks I'm a liar and my smile quickly fades.

"That's just wonderful news. I tell you, I'm positively chuffed about becoming an aunt to my nephews."

"Yeah? Well I know our boys will be completely spoiled," I grin at her, smoothing my hands over my belly.

"That's what an auntie is for."

"That's fine, Trish. You can spoil the twins as much as you'd like," Harry says.

"Sorry, love, but I don't need your permission," she says, making us all laugh. "Have you thought of any names?"

"Not really, not an in-depth discussion, but that was before we found out we were having boys. Do you remember any of the names we discussed, Harry?"

He clears his throat, "To be honest, no, but if I remember correctly, we were just picking out random names from the street signs."

"Oh that's right. I remember that. That was our last day of our honeymoon."

"That feels like ages ago," Trish says.

"It truly does."

"Yeah, so if that time passed has gone by so fast, imagine how fast the rest of your pregnancy will go."

"Yeah," I mutter, looking down at my belly. "I'll be glad once the babies are here. I'm not looking forward to giving birth, though."

"Yeah, I've been on the internet looking at that stuff-"

I give her a weird look, "Why?"

"Just because. And let me tell you, I don't know how you're gonna do it. You're like my shero."

A sudden wave a fright sweeps over me and I can feel my face becoming hot. "C-can we turn up the Air Con?"

"Sure. Having a pregnant woman got flash?"

"Yeah, something like that. Oh God."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"JJ, what's wrong, love?" Harry worriedly asks, feeling for my arm. My vision goes doubled and I blink a few times to clear it. I rest my head back and close my eyes, focusing on my breathing. "Joy, tell me what's wrong? Trish? Pull the car over."

My head sways to the right and I feel her bring the car to a stop.

"JJ, what's wrong? Do you need anything?"

"I feel weird."

"Weird? Weird how? Should I call for help?"

"I don't know. I think . . . I think I need to check my blood sugar."

"Okay. What can I do to help?"

"Her monitor is in her handbag. Oh my God, please help her, Trish"

"I'm looking, I'm looking. Uhhh, okay. Is this little zipper pouch it?"

"Mhm. Prick my finger."

"Y-you need to do the alcohol swab on her finger first," Harry frantically says.

"Alright. Here we go," Trish says and I feel the coolness on my index finger. I know what's coming next and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. "One. Two. Three."

The sting of the needle makes me flinch and I feel two warm tears roll down the sides of my face.

"Okay now you need to put the blood on one of those strips and stick it into the machine so it can detect the sugar levels."

"Alright. Okay. There. It's calculating. Here's a napkin for your finger, love." She wraps the material around my finger and I hold it to my chest. "Thank God you were here, Harry. I wouldn't have known what to do."

"I had JJ explain the process to me because I wanted to know what all she has to do."

"Isn't that lucky for us? Oo, it's done. Do you want me to read the number out loud?"

I open my eyes and blink a few times, tilting my head down towards the machine and the digital numbers are a blur. "Can you read it?"

"Two-hundred and fifty-one. I-is that good or bad?"

"That's quite high. Should we give you some insulin?"

"I didn't bring it."

"What? JJ, are you-"

"Harry, not so loud," Trish says.

"Well, fuck, let's go back to Tate. H-he'll give you some insulin. Turn around and head back, Trish, please, now."

"Should we?" Trish asks and it's all I can do is nod.

As she turns the car around, it feels like my head is spinning and like I'm being rocketed into outer space. I've never felt like this before. I'm scared beyond words and I place my hand on my belly.***

A/N: 😬

Can't the author just be nice already?! Lol
Maaaayyyyyybe I will and maaaaybe...okay I will...probly 😂

Much Love.
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