Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby Imagines and Preferences

𑁍𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗼~𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆𑁍

TW~Therapy and bad mental health.

Y/N's POV

As I walked into the therapist's office, my heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel the familiar grip of anxiety tightening its hold on me, making it hard to even breathe. Chris had been so supportive in encouraging me to seek help for my mental health issues, but now that I was actually here, facing a stranger who would be delving into the deepest parts of my mind, I was terrified.

The therapist, a kind-looking woman with gentle eyes, welcomed me and asked me to take a seat on the couch. I sat down, fidgeting with my hands in my lap, unable to meet her gaze. She started asking me questions, probing into my past, my feelings, my fears. Each question felt like a weight on my chest, pushing me further into a panic.

"Can you tell me about your childhood? What was it like? How did it make you feel?" she asked.

"I-I erm-" I felt a lump form in my throat, memories of a painful past flooding back to me. I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," the therapist said soothingly, reaching out a hand to me. But her touch only made me feel more overwhelmed. Without thinking, I stood up from the couch and bolted out of the office, tears streaming down my face.

I drove all the way home, ignoring the speed limits on the streets. When I reached our house, I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, pushing past Matt, Nick and Chris in the living room, leaving them confused and concerned. I closed the door behind me, sinking onto the bed and letting the tears flow freely. The weight of my anxiety pressed down on me like a ton of bricks, suffocating me in my own despair.

I must have been lost in my own world of despair because I didn't hear the knock on the door. It was only when Chris entered the room that I looked up, my eyes red and swollen from crying. He crouched in front of me, gently taking my hands away from my face and holding my face between his hands.

"What happened, baby?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I sniffled, trying to regain my composure. "The therapy...it was awful. So many questions, I couldn't handle it," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, come here baby, it's okay, I've got you, you're okay." Chris said as he stood up.

Chris sat next to me on the bed, pulling me into his lap and making me straddle his waist. I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him desperately as I cried. His strong arms wrapped around me, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"I'm so sorry, princess. I should have been there with you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I shook my head, tears still flowing freely. "It's not your fault. I just...I don't know if I can go back there anymore."

Chris looked at me with a determined expression. "I'll go with you next time, okay? You don't have to face this alone."

His words brought a small glimmer of hope to my heart. I nodded, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Chris. I don't know what I would do without you."

He smiled softly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. "You'll never have to find out, baby. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."