“Alicia?!”
“Sorry, I’m just feeling a little queasy,” I mumble, but I’m not sure my sickness is loud enough for him to hear me.
I take my measurements quickly - almost certainly getting them wrong - and leave the measuring tape on Kattar’s bed. He’ll almost certainly be annoyed - but I have to just deal with that today-
“Took you long enough,” Kattar smiles a little teasingly as I drag myself back into the living room.
“I’ve gained a few inches,” I mutter, sitting at the opposite end of the couch, not looking him in the face.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he’s washed in-
Worry-
About me, please.
I’m not okay.
“Is that something to cry over, bella?” he smiles nervously, putting one hand to my burning cheek and trying to get me to look at him - and his words start to mesh into each other-
It’s just the accent - But that’s not what I hear.
“-It wouldn’t kill you to gain a few pounds. You’d lost too much weight back then.”
“Aish,” I shake my head trying to shake off my anxiety, but it clings to me like - “You sound like a mother…”
“Ahhhh, that won’t do,” he shakes his head, cringing a little, “What should I say then? I prefer my sweetheart a little softer.”