Chapter 51

Two months later

For the past two months, Ross has been very quiet and clingy. He doesn't want to talk, ever, he hates getting out of the house, or even out of bed some days. The weirdest part is, he constantly wants to be hugged

Today was different.

I woke up, alone, but I hear small sobs coming from the bathroom. "Babe, are you okay?" I call.

He doesn't answer.

I get up and walk over to the bathroom door. I knock lightly before entering. "Shit!" I yell as I examine the blood everywhere. I take a towel, wiping it off the floor. "Ross," I whisper as I sit in the door frame. He shrugs and sits between my legs. I wrap my arms around him tightly. "Why, baby?"

"I'm worthless," he says quietly. His breathing unsteady. "I-I don't help you with anything anymore, I fuck everything up!" He sobs into my chest.

I play with his hair. "No, you aren't, babe. You just looking at me every day helps me," I whisper. "Come on, I'll clean your arms off then we'll lay down."

He nods and stands up. He sits on the counter as I get a wash cloth out. I wet it before setting it on his arms. "I'm an idiot," he whispers.

I shake my head, pushing some hair out of his face. "No, baby. Please don't say that." he shrugs. I pull him down and downstairs to the living room. "Do you want tea or coffee?" I ask as I get up.

"Tea, please," he says horsely. I nod and walk into the kitchen. When I finish making our tea, I bring his cup to him. "Thank you," he mumbles.

I pull him between my legs. He rests his head against my chest. "I love you," I whisper and kiss his head.

"I-I love you t-too." He hiccups.

I rub his back lightly. "I want a new house," I blurt.

He sits up and looks at me weirdly. "Okay, when did you want to look at some?"

I shrug and wrap my legs around him. "Whenever you're feeling better."

He kisses my cheek. "I feel better when I'm with you," he says sweetly.

I smile, caressing his cheek. He closes his eyes with a small smile. "I want to stay home today just to make sure you're okay," I whisper.

He buries his face in my neck. "I love you, so much."

"I love you more," I giggle as he tries to tickle me. "Ross, stop it." He shakes his head, his hair tickling my cheek. "s-s-stop!" I laugh as he climbs over me.

He kisses my lips a few times. "Okay," he sighs and gets off me.

I put my legs over his thighs. "Let's take a shower then go to the grocery store," I state and stand up.

He nods. We walk upstairs, getting our clothes out.

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"I hate shopping," Ross whines.

I smile as he squeezes my hand. "You wanted to come," I giggle as he put ice cream in the cart.

He shrugs and grips my hand tighter. "I wanted to be with you," he groans.

I lean up and kiss his cheek. "You're sweet," I laugh.

After shopping and going home, Ross disappears as I put away the groceries. "FUCKING BULLSHIT!" Ross yells, frustrated.

"What's wrong, babe?" I yell upstairs to him.

He rushes down the stairs and grabs my arms. "I want a baby, I want to get married, I want to leave right now." He says quickly.

"Slow down," I say quietly. He nods, taking a deep breath. "Okay, now why do you want to leave?"

He shrugs. "I need to clear my head. I feel like I've been wrapped up in my thoughts too much lately. Please!" I shake my head. "C'mon! We can get away, Lynn. We can get married without anyone knowing, we can have a baby! Start a family! Please, baby! Let's go! Right now!" He pleads.

I give in and nod. "Okay, start packing," I sigh.