Josh Dun imagines

And baby makes three (part 4)

Josh Dun imagine

...Week 30....
At 30 weeks pregnant, you're exhausted and irritable and all you want is Josh. Talking to him on the phone, FaceTiming, and texting him just aren't enough. And regardless of how many times you try to convince yourself that Thanksgiving is in a couple of weeks and you both have a few days off and you can make it that long, you're not actually sure that's true.
Whether it's the pregnancy hormones or the fact that it's really settling in that you've been married for less than a year, and you've only spent a few weeks actually living together, you're not sure, but you find yourself curled around Josh's pillow, tears streaming down your face as you reject calls every time your phone rings.
Most of them are from Josh. He called every night before the show. It was part of his nightly pump up ritual. And you're glad to be part of it, you really are, but tonight you know you can't pump him up when you're feeling so raw and lonely. But a couple are from Jenna and Laura. Probably because Josh is worried that you won't answer the phone.
You fall asleep at some point, completely avoiding everything you'd planned to do that evening, arms wrapped around the pillow that smells like your husband, phone clutched in your hand.
You're not sure what wakes you hours later, but you're not inclined to go searching through your apartment to figure it out either. Just as you settle in to go back to sleep, your bedroom door is pushed open and sends your heart racing. All the worst possible scenarios run through your head.
"Y/N?" And that's Josh's voice, but that doesn't make sense because even though the venue was only a few hours away, there's no way he's here. They have another show the next day. Tears flood your eyes because you're so lonely you're imaging your husband, but when he crosses the room, arms wrapping around you, you know it's real. And tears take a familiar path down your cheeks.
"I missed you," you whisper, face buried in Josh's chest as he runs his fingers through your hair, trying to calm you.
"I was worried about you, beautiful. You weren't answering your phone and Jenna and Mom couldn't get through either. And I thought something happened." You can hear the anxiety and fear in his voice and guilt blooms in your heart.
"I'm sorry J," you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest before reluctantly drawing back. "I just, I miss you. We miss you and I knew I couldn't keep it together on the phone and that you'd worry. And I'm so sorry." You're crying in earnest again when you finish speaking and honestly, pregnancy hormones are the worst.
Pulling you close once more, Josh kissed the tears from your cheeks. "Three days at Thanksgiving. You're traveling with us at Christmas. And then just a couple of weeks after Mini Dun will be here and it will be the three of us for a couple of months. We can make it until then. And then we'll decide together what we're doing next school year, okay?" Josh kissed you again before shifting you both around so you're laying comfortably together, his hand splayed across your bump.
"You two are the most important things in my world," Josh reminds you, brushing your y/h/c hair off your face. "Get some sleep, I'll be here in the morning," he whispered against your cheek.
With Josh's arms around you, his hands calming the movement of your child, it was easy to drift back to sleep. Easy to let everything melt away. "Love you," you murmured before giving in completely to the pull of sleep.

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