Joy rubbed the back of her head.
“Tired,” she answered honestly. “I feel weird. Maybe I’ve been working too much…”
Joy rubbed the back of her head.
“Tired,” she answered honestly. “I feel weird. Maybe I’ve been working too much…”
“Maybe you should take some time off of work, then. Like, a week. See if that helps,” Bryce suggested, looking over at her softly.
Joy frowned.
“But I like working,” she mumbled. “If I don’t have anything to do, I go crazy.”
Bryce sighed and pulled her closer to his side. “I just… I want you to be safe. And if that means not having you work for a while, then I don’t want you to do that,” he said softly. “Maybe you could pick up a craft?”
Joy melted into his embrace, resting her head against his shoulder.
“I understand,” she murmured, warmth filling her at his worry. “I’ll take a break from work. I’ll let the head chef know.”
“You don’t have to, but I just want you to be safe,” Bryce murmured, kissing the side of their head.
Joy wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I don’t want you to worry about me,” she replied softly. “So if it means you’re going to concentrate on your work, I’ll stay home.”
“Okay… Thank you,” Bryce said softly as he tugged her closer. “It won’t be for long, as long as you get better.”
Joy looked up at him innocently through her lashes.
“K—kiss me…?” She asked shyly, hesitantly, a blush coating her cheeks.
Beyce smiled softly, chuckling a bit. “Gladly,” he murmured before connecting their lips softly.
Joy wrapped her arms around Bryce’s neck as she kissed him back, humming softly against his mouth.
Bryce lifted a hand to cup her cheek, pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips, “I love you…”
Joy, with her eyes still closed, smiled against his lips.
“I love you, too…”
She was grateful to have Bryce. He meant the world to her. She’d made a mistake and yet she was still here, being kissed like she never did anything wrong at all. It was far more than what she deserved, but Joy took it. She wanted to make up for her mistakes.
Bryce smiled and pecked her lips again lightly. “Should we finish this movie now?”
Joy answered by snuggling to him, smiling widely.
“Mhm, let’s do it,”
(Skip?
Not it! 😂)
(Jerk. XD)
Joy was working once again. It turned out that her kitchen needed helpers, though the head chef didn’t want to tell her (she simply heard it through the phone). Joy couldn’t leave her co-workers alone, so she informed Bryce that she needed to work, and went on her way.
At first, everything was perfectly normal. She was cooking fine. Everything was going great, but then things started to go white. She could briefly hear others asking her if she was all right, but everything went blank afterwards.
Joy woke up in a hospital bed a while later, holding a document in her hand, her face completely white. How could she tell Bryce about it…?
Bryce hurried to the hospital as soon as he got the call that Joy was there. They had said she passed out at work, and he was extremely worried about her. He’d asked her to stay home, but she must have gone to work, anyway. Gosh, why did she have to go to work?
Once he arrived, he asked where her room was and was led there quickly. He burst into the room, his eyes immediately finding Joy.
“Oh my gosh… Joy… Are you okay?” he breathed, making his way to her side.
Joy looked up immediately, startled beyond words. She felt like her heart was going to jump out!
Bryce slowly made his way over to her, worry plastered on his features. She felt her heart drop seeing him like this.
Still, she forced herself to smile despite the nervousness gnawing at her throat.
“I’m okay,” she answered softly. “Just… a little dizzy.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. How was she going to do this? Tell him, or just pass the report to him? How would he react? Would he get angry? Would he be confused? Joy knew Bryce more than anyone in the world, but at this moment, she didn’t know how he’d react.
Bryce reached out to cup her cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb. He leaned down to kiss her forehead before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
“You’re sure? Did they tell you what happened? Why you fainted?” he asked gently.
Joy folded her knees close to her chest, reaching out to the report beside her and handed it to Bryce.
She immediately hugged herself close, resting her head on her knees. She chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for Bryce’s response.
Bryce furrowed his eyebrows at her as he took the file. She didn’t want to tell him herself? Why…?
He opened it, his eyes skimming over the words. He caught the gist of it from the words his eyes drifted over.
“You’re pregnant… Oh— Oh my gosh… Joy…” he breathed, tearing his eyes away from the papers to look at his girlfriend wide-eyed. “That’s— Wow. I can’t believe it…”
Joy finally looked at Bryce, worry plastered on her features, her eyes red with unshed tears.
“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, hugging herself closer. “I know you wanted to have a peaceful college life, and I know you didn’t want kids until marriage and—and I should have been more careful. I’m sorry, Bryce…”
“Joy… Babe, no, I’m not upset. This is okay. It’s not your fault, okay? It’s definitely not your fault,” Bryce said softly, setting the file down and moving closer to Joy. He took her hands in his own and kissed the backs of them. “I love you. And we can get through this together. If you want to keep this baby, we’ll keep it. Okay?”
Joy leaned against him, sniffling quietly.
“I want to,” she forced out through her clogged throat. “Keep it. I want to keep the baby. We can, right?”
“Of course, Joy. Of course we can. I would never not let you keep your baby. I’m actually glad you want to keep it,” Bryce murmured, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead. “How far along are you?”
Your baby.
Joy squeezed her eyes shut. Of course she understood the hidden meaning behind his words. He probably didn’t think it was his.
“One month,” she murmured. Right after they reconciled. Joy was sure the baby was Bryce’s. After all, it had been some time since she’d cheated on him. It couldn’t have been the other guy’s.
Bryce sighed audibly, his arms tightening around her. That wasn’t far enough along to have been the other guy’s… It was his baby…
“Our baby… Oh my gosh… It’s our baby,” he breathed, burying his face in her neck.
Joy leaned into him, her lips finally turning into a smile. He was happy. Her Bryce was happy.
“We’re going to be parents,” she murmured, her eyes letting go of the tears they’d caged up. “Bryce, we’re going to be parents.”
Beyce laughed lightly, pulling back to press a long, loving kiss to her lips. He was ecstatic; the adrenaline was rushing through his veins. He was going to be a father!
“Parents… I can’t believe it. Babe, I’m going to be a father,” he said, looking into her gorgeous green eyes. “You’re going to be a mother… Gosh, you’ll be the best mother!”