The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Arry doesn’t come back, he texts from the airport and says he needs time to cool off and will call me when he lands. I don’t bother replying and he doesn’t text again to see why I don’t.

Heartbroken that he went and did the one thing he never does; walked out and left me when we are fighting the worst kind of fight. It feels like a betrayal, that he’s broken a promise and the way I am feeling, I want to hate him. Hating him for four days will be easier than missing him.

I go to the kitchen and grab the ice cream from the freezer, eating so much I make myself throw up and then lay on bed feeling about a thousand times worse. I despise that he can make me feel this desolate, that when we argue he becomes the one obsessive thought in my head, and I cannot function beyond it.

Love sucks.

I lay my hand on my stomach and flinch when I do, like an internal guilt filter kicks in and I find myself peering down the length of my body.

“I didn’t mean it.” I say loudly, looking at the flat expanse of stomach and then look away again refusing to acknowledge that I am even talking to it. I feel dumb, but I can’t shake the regret at telling it that Arry leaving was its fault.

I know what it feels like to have someone who’s supposed to love you, hate you instead. I’m nothing like them. Even though I don’t want it, something in me feels like a shitty human for telling it this is it’s doing.

I get frustrated with myself and try to shake the conflicting confusing thoughts out of my head and sit up. Still tear stained, still sniffing and ache for him, even though I hate him.

I try to push down the nausea which swirls around me whenever it feels like it is peeking out and banish all thoughts of something growing inside of me away harshly, like I do every time my mind strays there.

Don’t think it exists and it won’t be real. Ignore it.

I notice my phone is lit up across on the bedside table and realize I left it on silent after I got his text. it’s been a long time since he left. An hour maybe. I don’t even know what time his flight was going out, so it might be him if he is sat in the departure area waiting. I get up slowly and wander over to it, seeing the list of missed calls and one text. All with little ‘Arry xXx’ symbols in a row.

Despite myself I pick it up and open his text, bracing myself for a lecture or something harsh and inhale quickly to suppress my anxiety.

I’m sorry. We need to focus on coming home, everything feels like it’s hanging in mid-air and suspended while we are stuck there. I love you, Sophie. More than you know. Both of you. Don’t hate me, baby, I’ll call you later. Xx A

me

again with a pang of something I cannot put my finger on. I think it’s the fact he says he loves both of us, it does something to my insides. Tingly, weird feelings that make me feel instantly sick

anything better. If I reply we will end up fighting, if

not, there is a little thing inside of me that is already growing. I have no clue how big or how much it resembles a tiny person yet. I know nothing of pregnancy other than how crap I have been feeling nonstop and how often I go from shivers to fever and the

losing him, I am losing us. If we keep on like this for another two months, then his threat might become a reality and I know this is all on me. Arry tries so hard to be what I need, to take care of me; it’s not his fault everything is falling apart inside of me. My dreams and hopes were pinned on Paris. It turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life in every way and I have never felt so alone as I do

I’ll be almost four months pregnant, Arry will be a nightmare,

will be another round of fights and

the slate clean and I would be as well starting all over again. My Career won’t get off the ground at all. Before I get a

know about being a mom? About giving love and support to

not to be a mom. How to ignore my child suffering and not give a shit about anyone else, that’s what I learned from my birth mom.

I know I will even be a good mom at all; maybe it’s not in me? I’m not maternal. I’m selfish and childish and like Arry says, a Princess most of the time who is too reliant on him for

done a million times in the past couple weeks and I get angry once more at how pathetic I am. I’m a mess, a failure of epic proportions. A woman who can’t even get her head around something women are meant to do and have naturally, apart from me. I’m sweating in fear at the thought of something relying on me for any

before Jake? She’s told me extensively of the affects her mother had on her over the years, and her final absence in Emma’s life since she married Jake. Emma’s mom

off and unable to love anyone properly except Arrick. He’s the only one I ever let close, ever let under my skin properly in every way. Emma, I see as a guardian, but she still doesn’t get near the way he does. She doesn’t” know the half of the

if I am so emotionally fucked up

repeatedly. She shows up when I am low when I am angry or upset. She lashes out, she acts like an idiot when she’s in pain or defensive. She pushes people away and she runs. Every fucking time it gets too much, she runs. Whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. I’m

if I hurt my baby?

is a baby inside of my womb. I can’t let a baby have me as a mother. I can’t destroy an innocent little human that way. Arrick would dismiss this,

We don’t talk because it goes one way and that’s exactly like this morning did. It’s too raw, too upsetting, and too depressing. He would think

sleep because I’m shattered and haven’t slept much in days. I’ll feel better. I’ll be saner and less emotional if I sleep it off. Then when I wake up, I can text him back and try to not kill each other while half a world apart and get my shit together for him coming home. I need to give him a reason to come home to me. I want him to miss me, not be relieved that he’s not dealing with

switching on the TV in our

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realized, and I sit up groggy and lightheaded. I feel weird. Hot, but not like flushes hot. I’m feverish and the nausea is all consuming. My head is throbbing,