Written In the Stars

Chapter 3

Chap 3

I just pulled into our house. Well, what was our house, but now was Steffy's and Kelly's home.

Steffy had called me and asked me to come over not too long after Wyatt left my hotel room. I wanted to give her space, but I was desperate to see her, to talk to her, to try and figure this out. I knew when she called, what it was most likely about. She wanted to talk about the baby and how we were going to go from here. I tried to get her to tell me over the phone, but she insisted that what she wanted to discuss what had to be done in person, and not on the phone.

I slowly walk up to the front door, remembering the good times we have shared in the house. It's hard to not think about us, and all that we've been through together when coming to this house. This has always been our home.

I am not exactly sure what she was going to say, but I knew what I was going to say to her. I am going to go on a leap of faith and pour my heart out to her, and get on my hands and knees and declare my love for her, apologize to her, for everything I've put her through and our daughter through over the years. Then I am going to beg her to forgive me and take me back. I want her back, and I can't take no for an answer. I smile at the idea of our hopeful reunion and what could be.

I knock on the door, hoping not to wake Kelly, as it was around her nap time. It feels odd to knock, as I'm so used to just walking in as if this is my home. But between Kelly most likely napping and everything that has transpired over the past couple weeks, I thought it was best to knock.

"Hey," Steffy says, as she opens the door.

I stare at her for a moment, realizing how incredibly beautiful she truly is. She is in jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair up in a messy bun. She has no make up on and it looks like she's been crying. Despite that, she still is flawless.

"Thank you for coming," she said, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "We need to talk."

"You are right, we do," I agree.

She smiles slightly, but something still feels off to me. She's not her normal, cheerful and bubbly self..

"Might as well come in," she says to me, while holding the door open for me. She shuts the door, and walks into the living room. She immediately starts pacing back and forth, biting down on one of her nails in the process. I can tell that she's brooding over something, something that she wants to say to me, but she does not know how to say it.

"Steffy, I think we need to sit. We need to talk. Whatever it is, it is clearly bothering you."

She stops and looks at me, but doesn't say anymore. For a moment, I wonder where Finn could be, and what Steffy and Finn's current status is now that all has been revealed.

"Come on, Steffy, sit please. You can talk to me. No matter what has happened between us or goes on between us, we've always been friends, and have always been able to confide in each other. Nothing on the aspect has changed or will ever change. You can trust me. You can talk to me, always." I hold out my hand to her, hoping she takes it. "Please," I reiterate.

She finally sits down, but moves to the complete opposite end of the couch from me, in a deliberate move. She sits Indian style and places her hands in her lap. She's clearly trying to avoid sitting close to me.

"I don't even know where to start," she says, finally breaking the silence between us.

"How about first, let me ask you how you are feeling. How is everything? How are you and the baby? How are your pregnancy symptoms? I want to know everything. I want to be here and support you through everything. I want to support you and love you, the way I should've when you were pregnant with Kelly."