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he flashes her an irresistible grin , before protesting his innocence .
“ what ? can i help you with anything ? “
he keeps up the grin , knowing she’ll see through his fake innocence .
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she shakes her head , pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead .
“ you don’t need to thank me , ” she says , lying back down and gently pulling him down with her , “ i’ll always be here when you need me . always . ”
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“ i don’t think it matters how long it’s been . the trauma . . it stays with you , ” she says , pressing her forehead against his temple .
“ you were just a kid , jon . ”
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cue her hand moving to gently run her fingers through his hair .
“ the trauma stays with you . it’s normal , ” she whispers , “ and you’re about to become a dad in the next couple of weeks . i think it makes sense that you’re thinking about that now . ”
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she places her hand on top of his , gently stroking it with her thumb . she nods , then .
“ yeah , i remember , ” she says , “ i hate what he still does to you . even if it’s better than before . ”
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he shook his head softly , gently placing a hand on her pregnancy bump .
“ no . . . i’m okay , now . i know it’s just a dream , now . before it was hard . you remember , right ? “
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she hates that he still suffers like this because of his father —— after everything he’s been through .
“ do you need anything ? ” she asks , “ ellie’s moving a lot , if you want to say hi . ”
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she presses a kiss to his shoulder , then to his cheek . rubbing gentle circles on his back —— a soothing gesture .
“ you can talk to me , babe . did you have one of ( *those ) nightmares again ? ”
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startling awake as he does —— sitting up and reaching out to him . placing a hand on his back .
“ jon ? hey— what’s going on ? what is it ? ”
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she shakes her head .
“ no . i want to go to the hospital . i don’t want to be told i’m overreacting without even being examined , i want doctors to take a look and tell us what’s going on . ”
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she exhales slowly as it passes , a tear rolling down her cheek .
“ i don’t like this , jon . these don’t feel normal . they’re worse than the ones i’ve had before— ”
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she nods , though she’s still tense and very stressed out .
but then —— her other hand flies to her stomach as she feels another contraction .
“ jonathan— ” she whimpers softly , trying to breathe through it .
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he shuffles over , his arm going around her shoulder and letting her rest on him .
“ hey , hey . it’s okay . it’s probably nothing , right ? and if it is , then we’ll sort it . together . “
a soft kiss is pressed on the top of her head , in comfort .
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she breathes with him in silence for a moment , her breath hitching when her eyes suddenly fill with tears .
“ jon , i’m scared , ” she admits , her voice cracking .
“ what if i’m wrong ? what if it’s not just braxton hicks ? she’s too little . . ”
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“ it’s okay , i’m here . just breathe slowly . . . in and out . “
he mimicked the breathing pattern , slow and deliberate , one hand on her back gently rubbing in circles .
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“ it’s probably just . . braxton hicks or something . stress . ”
she takes a slow , deep breath as she sits up , one hand under her stomach .
“ i don’t . . i don’t know . i need to stay calm so it doesn’t get worse . and i’m not calm , right now . ”
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getting closer so she can examine the cut herself —— still concerned .
“ i don’t think it needs stitches , but i’m still helping you with that . ”
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