His Little Flower (Felix and Flora)

Julian and I had falled into patterns. And it was nice. It had become so comfortable and so safe, it made me feel like I was home. He was my home.

Except for right now because we were fighting.

“Julian, I don’t understand why you’re so worried about my health. I’m pregnant, not dying!” I exclaimed.

Julian let out a heavy sigh. “Ginevra, I’m not trying to make you feel like you’re dying, but you have to take care of yourself. You’re carrying our child, and your health is important for the haby’s well– being”

I rolled my eyes. “I know that, Julian. But I’m not being callous about my health. I just don’t think it’s that big of a deal. I feel fine!”

“That’s the problem, Ginevra. You’re not taking any precautions. You’re not eating healthy, you’re not getting enough rest, and you’re not going to your doctor’s appointments. You need to take better care of yourself and our baby,” Julian said, his voice rising in frustration.

I stood up, my hands on my hips. He was exasperating. Did he think I didn’t care about our child? “I am taking care of myself, Julian! I’m eating what 1 want, when I want. I’m not going to force myself to eat things I don’t like just because they’re healthy. And I’m not going to go to every single doctor’s appointment. I feel fine, and I don’t want to waste my time sitting in a doctor’s office.”

Julian ran his hands through his hair, trying to remain calm. ‘Ginevra, this isn’t about what you want or don’t want. It’s about what’s best for our baby. And if you don’t take care of yourself, our baby could be at risk.”

I let out a scoff. “Oh please, Julian. Our baby is fine. I feel the baby move every day, and I know it’s healthy. And I don’t need you or anyone else telling me how to take care of myself”

Julian shook his head in disbelief. “Ginevra, it’s not about telling you what to do. It’s about being there for you and our baby. I want to be a good father, and that means taking care of our child from the very beginning.”

I crossed my arms, looking at Julian with a frown. “And I want to be a good mother, Julian. But that doesn’t mean I have to do everything you say. I’m not a child, and I know how to take care of myself.”

Julian sighed, feeling frustrated and powerless, “Ginevra, I’m not trying to control you or tell you what to do. But I care about you and our baby, and 1 want you both to be healthy and happy”

“I know you care, Julian. And I appreciate it. But you have to understand that I’m not being callous about my health. I just h than you do.”

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Julian nodded, understanding her point of view. “I get that, Ginevra. But we need to find a compromise. We can’t just ignore your health, or our baby’s health. We have to work together to make sure everything is okay”

“Okay, Julian. I understand. We can talk more about it and find a way to make it work for both of us.

He sighed and sat down on the sofa. He looked up at me, irritated.

“You’re really fucking annoying sometimes, you know?”

“Makes two of us.”

He rolled his eyes. Did he want to start fighting again?

“I’m taking care of myself.” I assured him.

His eyes flared, “You’re really not. You exert yourself too much, you barely eat, and I don’t think you’re sleeping enough. Ginevra, that night was the scariest night of my life. And I don’t think anything else will ever come close. The fear 1 felt. The danger. The hopelessness. I never wish to feel it again. So if you’re not going to be careful,ll have to do it for you, And I don’t want to fight with you when you’re pregnant.”

I suddenly felt tears pool in my eyes. And then I was bawling,

“Oh no, my love. Don’t try. I’m sorry for yelling.” Julian said, putting his arm around me. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“I don’t know,” I miffled. “I just feel so emotional today.”

He chuckled. “Ah, the pregnancy hormones strike again.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t even get me started on the pregnancy hormones. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster half the time.” I should have been offended, but he was right. The hormones were really causing some very extreme mood swings.

“I know, I know,” He said, trying to console me. “But it’s all worth it in the end, right? We’re going to have a beautiful baby.”

1 nodded, wiping away my tears. “You’re right, Alex. It’s just hard sometimes. I feel like I’m not in control of my emotions.”

He smiled. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ve got your back. I’ll be your emotional support system through this whole thing.”

I laughed. “Oh, great. So now you’re a therapist, too?”

Julian shrugged. “Hey, I wear many hats. But seriously, darling, I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

I leaned in and gave him a kiss. He smiled against my mouth, and it felt like everything was right in my world. “Thank you, Julian. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” He said, grinning. “And I promise to always carry tissues with me, just in case.”

I giggled. “You’re so mean. But I love you despite of it.”

As we cuddled on the couch, they both knew that there would be more such episodes to come. But we were d humor and love. The fight had dissipated so soon, too. It was wondrous.

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A few weeks later, my mood swings struck again. This time, I was in a fit of rage, slamming cabinets in the kitchen and cursing under my breath.

Julian cautiously approached me. “Um, honey? Is everything okay?”

I turned to him, my eyes flashing. “No, everything is not okay! I just dropped a jar of pickles and it shattered all over the floor!” Even while this was happening, I completely as aware of how ridiculous this situation and my actions were.

Julian couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not funny. But it’s just…pickles? That’s what made you angry?”

I glared at him. “Yes, pickles. And don’t you dare laugh at me, Alex!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He said, trying to stifle his laughter. Ill clean up the pickles, okay? Just try to take a deep breath and relax.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Alex. It’s just that everything feels so heightened right now. I don’t know how to deal with it sometimes.”

He nodded. ‘I understand, baby. But I’m here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his support. “Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

We hugged each other, knowing that they would face many more challenges in the coming months. But with humor and love, we knew that we could handle anything that came our way