Thoughtful

Amara

This morning was the worst one yet. Even my "wedding" day was better than this.

I woke up feeling my lower body heavier than usual.

And a wet feeling.

I instantly panicked and prayed to God that at least I hadn't stained the bedsheets, but of course I had a heavy flow and the sheets were stained with red

Even better, the sheets were pure white and if that isn't enough for me to be embarrassed, I was wearing Ryder's clothes, which means Ryder's light grey sweatpants which were now stained red.

It just kept getting better.

I stood up carefully wrapping the already stained sheets around me. I didn't know what to do and ended up just twirling around the room searching for an escape or a solution. I couldn't go out and risk him seeing me like this.

"Amara? Are you awake?" I heard the familiar deep voice.

Oh my God what do I do now!?

I looked around stuttering trying to find a reply, "I-I'm awake, don't come in" I said letting out a deep breath and running to the closet.

I opened it to find some clean sheets and quickly started cleaning up my mess.

"Are you okay? You don't sound okay" He pointed out suspiciously

"Y-Yes, I'm great" I answered out of breath, hurriedly changing the sheets.

"Amara, I'm coming in. You're not okay" He stated.

Hopefully I was done changing the sheets and all I did was put the dirty ones away and wrap a clean one around me so I don't look all bloody.

He barged in and froze when he saw me. He eyes me up and down with a raised eyebrow and a questionable look.

"What are you wearing?" He asked very calmly.

"It's comfy and I'm kind of cold" I answered wrapping it tighter around me.

He blinked very slowly before sighing and crossed his arms.

"Take off the sheets, Amara" He asked.

"No, I'm cold-"

"Take off the sheets" He demanded with an intimidating look.

He was intimidating ever since I remembered him, but he rarely used that tone and look on me. His looks were intimidating on their own. He was always mysteriously handsome and if I hadn't grown up with him, I would have never dared to approach him.

He looked like trouble with his tall figure and big muscles, with his dark curly brown hair and coal black eyes. His eye color was so dark I couldn't even make out his pupil most of the time.

His voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Take them off or I'll have to do it for you" He said titling his head.

I sighed in surrender.

What's worse? Telling him the truth and having him help me? Or taking off the sheets and showing him?

I went for the first one.

"I can't"

"Take it off-"

"I can't take it off" I widened my eyes getting aggressive, "I have-it's"

"What?" He asked really comfused.

For God's sake please don't make me say the whole thing.

"It's that time-ugh" I stuttered and sighed trying to be calm.

"Oh" He said once he realized, "It's that time of the month"

I nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me, baby? You don't need to be embarrassed. It's natural" He said walking closer. He reached out to grab the sheets but stopped, "Can I?" He asked.

Once again, I nodded.

I let the sheets go and he took them off of me.

"That looks like it hurts" He hissed.

"It does" I mumbled now realizing how heavy my lower body felt and the fact that my tummy was aching.

"Don't worry, just go clean up and I'll take care of everything" He reassured me stroking my hair.

"I don't have-"

"I got you all of that Amara. I knew I was going to be living with a woman" He said throwing me a smile, "It's already in the bathroom. Left bottom drawer"

I nodded grabbing some clean sweatpants and walked to the bathroom.

It was cute and thoughtful that he'd already got the things, but I couldn't help the embarrassment and how hot my face felt after that.

He waited outside the door and once I was out he took my hand in his.

"Does your belly hurt?" He asked looking quite uncomfortable.

"Yes, a little"

"Okay, I'll bring you something to eat and a pill and I'll be right back"

________

"How do you feel?" Ryder asked rubbing my belly.

We were on the couch "cuddling", that's how he called it.

He'd brought me some warm tea and a heat pack. He also went out and bought a bunch of snacks for me. He was really sweet and I was starting to get used to him.

"Better" I mumbled, "When will this be over?" I asked.

"I-I don't know, isn't it like for five days?" He asked looking around.

"No that's not what I meant, silly" I giggled, "When will I be able to see my family and live my life"

His face darkened and his hand squeezed my waist slightly but not to the point where it hurt.

"I don't know" He simply stated.

"What are we waiting for?"

"I can't tell you anything" He said and clenched his jaw.

"Jason doesn't seem like a bad guy maybe it's just his family that-"

"Can you stop talking about him?" He asked raising the tone of his voice.

"Why? Why do you care if I talk about him?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because I don't want you to think of him. We live together now. You don't see him. What has he got to do with anything?"

What the-

"Are you jealous of him?" I asked a chuckle escaping me.

"Of course I am. You're so oblivious" He mumbled, but I heard it.

That was enough for my smile to vanish.

"Why?"

He sighed standing up and took something out of a drawer.

"I come home and see this in the mail" He said holding it out to me.

My wedding invitation.

"How do you think I felt?" He asked crossing his arms.

"I don't know, happy that I'm settling down?"

I was getting angry too now. He's the one who left.

"Not with him"

"So if it was with any other guy you'd be happy?" I asked giving him a challenging look.

He looked down for a few seconds and then back up at me. His gaze was cold and he had no expression on his face.

"Yes, I would be very happy" He answered in a monotonous voice.

Why am I disappointed?

"Okay" I mumbled and looked down. His phone rang and he sighed before taking it out of his pocket.

"Yes?" He answered picking it up. I saw his expression change into a worried one after a few seconds and immediately starting worrying.

What happened?