Arctic love

Ten

Chapter Ten- Penny's POV

Being on bed rest actually did suck, I was never one to stay in bed past twelve, always on the go with work or even my painting and now me being on bed rest Alex has gotten even more protective. I remember his face when he rushed in after Savannah and I rushed to the hospital, he looked absolutely horrified.

I would be on bed rest until my next appointment just for good measure and I was restless. Considering I couldn't go out I had to have video calls with my new therapist. Talking to a therapist I remember how much I hated it when I was in my late teens.

Reliving all those memories of my parents and now the hostage situation, I hated it, when I first started talking to a therapist I got nightmares of the home invasion that killed my parents. Alex had to wake me up because I was screaming.

While I was a teen I used to go to school and avoid all my nightmares and the aftermath I felt after therapy but now I had to sit down and continue to relive those moments.

"Pens," I look up at Alex smiles at me softly.

"What?" I ask, blinking and shaking my head.

"I asked if you wanted Alfredo pasta for dinner," he chuckles. I shrug, "what's wrong? You've been stuck in your head all day," He says, I tap my pencil against my open sketchbook.

"Nothing, just my therapy session that's all,"

"Your parents?" He asks throwing an arm over the back of the couch and leans closer to my legs that were up on the couch.

"No the hostage," I say. "We talked about what I would've like if I did know I was pregnant," I tell him and he raises an eyebrow. I wave him off and look down at my sketch pad.

Alex reaches over and grabs the sketchbook, he smiles "can I find more drawings of me in here?" He teases and I whack him with my foot. The drawing I was currently working on was a sketch of  Alex smiling at my stomach, his hand resting on my stomach.

"You're good, I mean you've always been good but I never really did inspect your drawing or paintings this closely," he says slowly flipping through the rest.

"My mom wanted to own her own art gallery,"

"She painted too?" He asks and I nod. "Guess it runs in the family then huh?" He teases and I shrug.

I sit up and move around, falling into his lap with ease as he wraps his arms around me, "Hmm now that I've got your attention, Savannah mentioned a pregnancy shoot,"

"Hmm if I knew any better that's your hint of us being together?" He raises an eyebrow teasingly. I whack him.

"I don't think that about pregnancy shoots, I think it just shows that both the mom and dad love their child endlessly," I tell him and he hums continuing to flip through my sketchbook.

"Your parents weren't together right when they were pregnant with you?" He asks suddenly. I nod, surprised he remembered that small detail.

"They were best friends," I mumble.

"I've had a lot of people tell me that sometimes people are better at being co-parents than being in a relationship while parenting," He tells me softly.