CONGRATS LOVE💛 also 11 with barzy or tyson barrie pwease 🥺 -softboybarzal
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whoops this one is also 1,500ish words. and sorry not sorry y'all but Tys is still on the Avs in this one. I always write him on the Avs or the Leafs and I won’t apologize. 😇
tw: pregnancy scare, fainting, mention of stomach issues/needles/blood, emergency surgery (nothing graphic)
Midnight 'til morning / Call if you need somebody / I will be there for you (Hold On, Justin Bieber) - Tyson Barrie
“Tys, I need you.”
Tyson heard your weak voice on the other end of the line and his heart lurched into his throat, his anxiety kicking into high gear.
He’d left you about two hours ago for boys’ night at Nate’s, but not willingly. You’d been feeling off for the last week or so, which you attributed to your high-stress job as a financial planner, and tonight, you were quite queasy, fatigued and a bit feverish. Even so, you’d insisted on Tyson’s going to hang out with the guys while you stayed home to rest, promising him that you’d be fine by yourself for a few hours and that you’d call him if you felt any worse. He felt uneasy even as he had kissed your forehead, walked to his car, and pulled out of the garage, but reluctantly, he headed to Nate's anyway.
And now he was kicking himself for giving in to your wishes instead of trusting his instincts.
“Okay, baby, I’m coming,” Tyson assured, already hustling to the door, Nate, EJ, and Gabe’s faces drawn in concern as they watched his frantic motions. “What’s goin’ on, baby? You gotta talk to me. Stay on the line, okay?” Tyson encouraged, trying his best to sound upbeat as he bobbled his phone between his ear and his shoulder, eventually settling for placing it on the table in the entryway and putting it on speaker as he pulled on his shoes.
“My stomach really hurts and I… I passed out in the bathroom,” you told him, your voice raspy. “I thought I was gonna throw up so I was sitting in front of the toilet, and then I just kinda… sunk back against the wall, and everything went dark.”
“Holy fuck,” Gabe said softly, Nate rubbing at his mouth in concern as EJ’s eyes grew wide as saucers.
Tyson could barely breathe, the weight of his worry compressing his chest as he pushed into his second shoe.
“I-I dunno how long I’ve been out, Tys,” you added, fear evident in your tone as he heard you start to cry, his heartbroken friends looking on. “I’m scared.”
“I know you are, baby. I need you to just hold on, okay?” he pleaded. “Don’t move — I’ll be right there,” he stressed as he flew out the front door.
Tyson sped the short distance between Nate’s house and yours, the trip taking half the time it normally would, or less. Within seconds of pulling into the garage, Tyson was bounding up the stairs to the master bedroom, desperately calling out your name.
“I’m here,” you forced out, the frailness of your tone frightening even you.
Tyson barreled into the bathroom and practically screeched to a halt on the tile in front of you, immediately gathering you into his arms, careful not to jar you.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, softly shushing you as you started to cry again. “You’re okay — I’m here now.”
You clutched onto his shirt as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead.
“I-I dunno what h-happened, Tys,” you sobbed into his chest. “I dunno what’s w-wrong.”
“I know, baby,” he soothed, cradling the back of your head. “We need to figure that out. So I’m gonna try and get you up and take you to the ER, okay? Do you think you can stand up for me?”
You nodded, and Tyson crouched in front of you, his hands tight around your hips.
“Okay, ready? One, two, three.”
With Tyson’s help, and a slight wobble, you found your footing again, and after a slow walk to his car, he helped you settle into the front seat.
After a nerve-wracking trip, with Tyson unable to keep himself from glancing at you every few seconds, he eventually pulled up to the ER entrance, jogging to your door and helping you out of the vehicle and into the hospital. Once you were checked in, Tyson went to quickly park the car. When he returned, the nurse at the registration desk pointed to one of the bays in the ER, where he saw a doctor and another nurse helping you gingerly settle into a bed. He scurried across the room to you, offering a small smile and taking your hand in his as he sat down in the chair next to you.
As the nurse drew blood and took your vitals, the doctor went through the typical checklist. Other symptoms, other medical conditions, family history, diet, exercise, lifestyle changes. You told her of the strain you’d been under lately at work, explaining that you assumed the occasional stomach pain was related to the pace and demands of your job.
The doctor nodded. “Any changes in your medical history?” she asked.
“I don’t think so,” you answered, trying to breathe through the dull aches in your stomach. “Oh, I did switch my birth control a few months ago, but I don’t know if that matters.”
The doctor glanced up at you before clicking her pen and scribbling some notes into your chart as Tyson eyed you carefully.
“I see,” the doctor said. “So, when was your last cycle?”
You opened your mouth, expecting an answer to easily roll from your tongue, but none did. Instead, you focused on the blanket covering your legs, trying to will your brain to recall the last time you’d gotten your period.
“Uh… honestly, I… I can’t remember,” you answered. You turned to Tyson to find him looking at you wide-eyed, though you seemed still oblivious to the weight of the statement you had just made. “Oh, I know. It was when you were on your East Coast trip. The New York and Boston games. So that was…”
“In January,” Tyson said matter-of-factly. “Like six weeks ago.”
Tyson watched as your face grew even more ashen, your fingers going limp around his hand as you whispered a curse beneath your breath. He drew a deep breath and looked helplessly to the doctor, who smiled in understanding.
“Not to worry,” she said kindly. “We’ll be sure to include a pregnancy test along with the other blood markers we’ll be checking, okay?”
You nodded weakly as she further reclined the bed where you lay, in preparation for your abdominal exam. You winced each time she pressed down, holding tight to Tyson’s hand, but when her fingers palpated the lower right side of your abdomen, you let out a cry that broke Tyson’s heart, and nearly flew off the mattress. The doctor clucked her tongue with a sympathetic hum.
“Well, we’ll still run the pregnancy test to be sure we know everything we’re dealing with, but it looks to me like you’ve got a bad case of appendicitis, my dear,” she said.
Tyson stood to comfort you as best he could, cupping your cheek in his hand as he dropped soft kisses in your hair. The doctor instructed you to sit tight and that she would be back soon with the results of your blood test.
You dropped your head back to the pillow, your eyes stinging with tears and your body trembling. Tyson took note and leaned in closer, smoothing your hair back from your forehead.
“Fuck, that hurt,” you hissed before your face contorted as you reflected on the revelation of your missed period. “God, I’m so fucking stupid, Tys,” you whispered as you began to sob, again. “I’m so sorry. I hadn’t even thought about being late.”
Tyson shook his head.
“Hey, no,” he said adamantly. “None of that. You’ve had a lot going on. It’s not on you that you didn’t notice,” he insisted. “Besides,” he said as he pressed his forehead to yours, “it takes two to tango.”
You couldn’t help the slight smile that pulled at your lips, ever grateful for Tyson’s sweetness and goofiness which always pulled you back from your bleakest moments.
“I love you,” you whispered, your hand resting on the back of his head to keep him near.
He chuckled warmly and kissed your lips.
“I love you, too, my girl.”
A few minutes later, the doctor returned to your bedside.
“Well, the pregnancy test came back negative, so I’d attribute your delayed period to your stress level as of late,” she began, tucking your chart in the crook of her elbow. “But you do have appendicitis, so the pain from that is probably what caused you to faint. You definitely need that appendix taken out, so we’re gonna go ahead and prep you for surgery, okay? The nurses will be over in just a minute.”
You nodded as Tyson thanked her, then he turned to you, gripping your hand in both of his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“Well, good news, bad news, I guess,” you said quietly, and Tyson could sense your apprehension at the prospect of emergency surgery.
“Something like that,” he said, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone, your faces just inches apart. “I’m sorry you have to have surgery, baby. But you know what?”
You shook your head, prompting him to continue.
“If you had been pregnant, you know I would’ve been happy, right?” he told you, the endless love and sincerity in his eyes overwhelming. “It would’ve been a big surprise, to say the least, but a great surprise.”
You swallowed hard, yet another round of tears pooling in your eyes.
“Really?” you asked, grasping Tyson’s forearm.
He breathed a chuckle and kissed your wrist, nodding.
“Mhmm,” he replied. “Really.”
The tender moment was interrupted by the nurses who arrived to prep you for surgery, and soon, they instructed you to say goodbye to Tyson before they wheeled you away to the operating room.
Tyson kissed you firmly and whispered, “Good luck, baby.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up, right?” you said worriedly.
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it’s not that you don’t get along with your family but they can be a bit much
Tyson is the perfect cushion with them
he roughhouses with your little cousins/nieces and nephews
compliments your grandma
tells your mom she looks hot with a cheeky grin on his face
sometimes you sit together and take personality quizzes or go through every single buzzfeed quiz to try and see if they can guess what season you were born in or whatever
he will come up to you and straight up lick your cheek if you aren’t giving him enough attention
especially if there are people around
when you first move in to tour new place together you sit on a mattress on the living room floor
all the lights are out
and most of your furniture isn’t in yet
you end up watching some show on Netflix that NO ONE WARNED YOU WOULD BE SCARY
both of you are scared out of your wits but don’t want to give in
hiding your face in his shoulder
there’s a jump scare and he yelps
when you get sick he brings home takeout and rubs your back while you’re wearing one of his old hoodies
you have to force him to go to practice and roadies
“but you’re sick and i’m your boyfriend... i just wanna take care of you”
v good nurse to you
sometimes you’ll go out to a fancy restaurant that everyone recommends that charges $50 for a bite of food and politely converse over your super expensive wine that honestly tastes the same as the one you get at the drugstore
pay the check and head to the Cheesecake Factory or something
still wearing your dressy clothes
you guys like dessert
and singing in the car
it’s pitchy
y’all emote
every drive is like putting on a show in front of a sold out stadium
pretending to hold microphones
pointing to each other
whenever you’re with tys you’re always laughing and having a good time
Soft thought: these guys are kinda touchy, right? But in a bro way. So when he needs REAL hugs, Tyson Barrie will just kinda bump into you and wrap you up in his arms. He also likes laying with his head in your lap when you play with his hair. He’s also a huge hand holder and will grab your hand even if you’re just sitting next to each other, doing your own things. He likes to be held and he likes to cuddle, and he’s there any time you need a hug
tell me why i’m crying right now????? fuck, you killed my emotions lmao this is all i WANT
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