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(He’s a cinnamon roll~!!!
Here, anyway. Lol. Not in his original story… Well, he would be there, too, if other circumstances didn’t prevent it.)
Bryce chuckled softly as he straightened and pressed a swift kiss to his fiancé’s lips. “You’re so amazing, you know that? You’re growing a tiny human being inside of you.”
(Oh…):
Joy wrapped her arms around Bryce as best as she could.
“It wouldn’t have happened without you,” she murmured, looking up at him rather pleadingly. “Kiss me again?”
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“What happened to eating, beautiful?” Bryce chuckled before reconnecting their lips gently.
Joy hummed gratefully against his lips, a smile on her lips.
“You haven’t kissed me for a longer time since forever,” she complained. “I just missed it.”
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“How about after we eat and are in bed I’ll kiss you for as long as you want, hm?” Bryce suggested with a smile.
Joy smiled back.
“Okay,” she agreed rather bashfully, picking up her spoon and raising it to Bryce’s mouth.
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Beyce grinned and gently took the spoonful on his mouth. He lifted his own spoon and did the same to Joy, smiling.
After eating, Joy got to her feet and collected the plates, carrying them to the kitchen sink.
“You can go lie down,” she said to Bryce. “I’ll join you after I’ve washed the dishes and out everything away.”
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Bryce clicked his tongue and stood. “Why don’t I help you? There’s not much to do,” he suggested.
Joy scratches her head.
“You must be tired from work,” she insisted. “I don’t want to bother you with trivial things.”
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“Well, that’s all it is, trivial,” Bryce assured her with a smile. “C’mon, love, let me help you with this small thing.”
Joy sighed, giving in. She didn’t want to admit that she felt tired, and didn’t want to wash the dishes or put them away. She was glad Bryce offered to help.
“All right,” she said softly. “Thank you, Bryce. You’re the best.”
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Bryce walked over and cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a short, gentle kiss. “Any time, beautiful. I’ll wash and you dry?”
Joy smiled bashfully, her cheeks turning pink.
“That works with me,”
(Skip? NOT IT)
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(sigh Okay. Lol. To when?)
(sigh Okay. Lol. To when?)
(Idk. Sorry, I just saw this and was literally wondering why you weren’t responding lol.)
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(Lol. Is fine. XD I was kinda wondering the same for you.
We could do another month or two?)
(🤣 All right, that’s all right for me! So she’s… seven months?)
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(If were skipping two months, yes.)
Bryce sighed and wrapped his arms around Joy when he got home. She'd met him at the door after work and his classes. Since it was February (seven months after they'd found out she was expecting), he had actually started classes during the second semester that year. He'd wanted to just work so that he could help get some more money for them when the baby came, knowing that they'd need it.
"It's been a long day, beautiful," he murmured into her hair as he reached around her steadily-growing belly.
Joy knew that she needed to focus on her growing fetus, and that college wouldn’t help her condition, so she chose to drop out of college. She felt like a failure, but she wanted to make
things easier for both herself and Bryce.
“I’m glad you’re home,” she murmured, sighing softly. “There’s really not a lot to do at home. It’s just so terribly… bland when you’re not here.”
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"You didn't have to drop out, you know. You could have just taken a break for the second semester," Bryce reminded her gently before realizing that probably wouldn't help. He winced a little when he realized that and sighed. "Sorry… Maybe they have some classes you can take, though. Not, like, full courses, but maybe just a class or two?"
“I don’t think I can focus on classes,” Joy winced. “I don’t want to complain, but this is hard. My back aches all the time. I can barely move. Besides, I’m not even good academically. What’s the point in wasting all the money when there’s not even a good chance I’ll make it through? At the same time, I don’t want to leave Ambrose at the daycare after he’s born. I want to spend every second with him, showering him with motherly love. Maybe once he grows older and starts going to school, I can get back into culinary, but… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m complaining again…”
She sighed, resting her head on his chest. He was working so hard for the both of them and she felt like she wasn’t appreciating him enough. She really felt useless, stuck at home, unable to work, unable to earn. What if Bryce started to hate her for her unproductiveness?
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Bryce pulled back a little and cupped her cheeks in his hands. He looked into her eyes, his own reflecting a softness that he often had toward her, before he gently pressed their lips together.
"That's okay, babe. If that's what you want to do, then that's what you should do. I will always support you in your decisions, okay?" he murmured after pulling away and kissing her forehead.
“Please just don’t think of me as a burden,” her voice cracked. “I’m trying my hardest. I don’t want to be a burden. I want to be of use, but I’m limited and I just don’t know what to do…”
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“Joy, you are never a burden,” Bryce said, pulling away to look in her eyes, a deep intensity in his own. “Please never think of yourself as such. I have no problem with any of this, okay? You are pregnant, and that is more than I could ever ask for, okay?”
Joy nodded, sighing softly and resting her head on his chest, her small hands fisting his shirt.
"Okay…" she said quietly, warmth flooding through her. "I prepared food. It's not what I would usually prepare, but… sandwiches were all I could make today."
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“That’s okay, beautiful. I never expect much, and each time you make so much more than I could ever hope for. I love you so much, Joy,” Bryce murmured softly.
Joy smiled. He always knew what to say to cheer her up.
"I love you, too, Bryce," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around him as best as her growing belly could allow it. "So, so much."
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Bryce sighed and kissed her forehead before pulling away gently. “How about we go eat those sandwiches now, hm? I’m hungry, and they sound like they’re delicious.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Joy murmured. “I can’t wait until this pregnancy is over… my hormones are all over the place.”
