Chim - Double Walker

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Cheryl’s P.O.V

‘Come on babe’ I say, opening the door for her and helping her out of the taxi, ‘Careful’

‘Chez, I can get myself out the car’ she chuckles, accepting my help nonetheless.

I ignore her, wrapping my arm around her waist, supporting her every step. We walk up the steps together and I unlock the door, shoving it open.

‘Do you want to go and get dressed?’ I ask, remembering she is still only in her underwear and a bathrobe.

‘Yeah, I think I will’ she says, moving from my arms and over to the stairs.

She begins her climb and I automatically find myself walking up behind her, my arms outstretched, prepared to catch her and break the fall if she loses her footing.

Half way up the stairs, she turns around when she feels my presence.

‘Seriously?’ she asks harshly.

‘Yep’ is my blunt reply, to which she simply rolls her eyes and continues her way up the stairs, with me as her shadow.

Once we are on the landing, she dashes into our bedroom, quickly spinning and locking the door behind her.

‘Kimberley, what are you doing?’

She doesn’t reply do I bang the palm of my hand against the door.

‘Kimberley!’ I snap.

‘I’m getting dressed Cheryl’ she sings, and I can tell by the tone that she is smiling, or holding back a laugh.

‘Well let us in!’

‘No way, all you’ll do is pull my clothes on for me.’

‘But I want to get changed too’

‘Then you can wait till I’m done’ I can imagine the smug smile on her face, triumphant.

I let out an irritated groan as I lean against the wall, sliding down it till I’m sat on the floor.

After about ten minutes, I hear the lock click open and she emerges in a pair of dark grey maternity joggers and an extra large men’s T-shirt. She moves to the top of the stairs, jumping when she notices me sat on the floor beside the door she has just come out of.

Her hand flies to her chest from the shock and I am instantly up on my feet.

‘I thought you went downstairs’ she gasps.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask; my hands moving to her upper arms before I gently guide her into the bedroom.

‘I’m fine, you just startled me’

‘Sit down while I get changed’ I lower her onto the bed, kneeling in front of her and resting my hands on her knees, ‘please, wait for me. Don’t go downstairs on your own.’ I plead.

She looks at me sadly; worry filling her eyes as she nods her head. I jump up, running into the wardrobe and grabbing a pair of joggers and a vest top.

I get dressed as quickly as I can, partly still expecting her to start walking downstairs while I am in here. If she does do that I will probably go mad at her for not listening to me, regretting every angry word I say if past experiences are anything to go by. I just don’t want her falling or hurting herself.

The events I have witnessed today have really scared me, even the thought of losing Kimberley or the baby has me in this overprotective, babying state. I feel the need to wrap her in cotton wool and bubble wrap, just to prevent anything from causing even the slightest bit of harm to my beloved.