I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 38: A second opinion

Leah's POV

"Come on," I tapped the dining table rapidly. "Come on, answer the phone."

T came to me, carrying two plates of pancakes. During the weekends, T loved to make me breakfast. She just loved pampering me, it seemed.

"Come on," I sighed and looked down. "I know you're there."

T sat down and looked at me, I could tell she was wondering who I wanted to reach so desperately.

I groaned and put my phone down.

"What's up? Who were you trying to call?"

I looked at her. "Cam," I sighed. "I can't shake off the feeling something is wrong."

T raised her eyebrows. "She seemed fine to me."

Of course, she did... T didn't seem to realize the effect she had on Cam. I never really told her either, I didn't want to upset her. "Yeah, maybe." So instead, I kept quiet.

"Maybe she's still sleeping," T smiled at me. "Here," She guided my plate towards me. "Try it."

I looked at the pancake. "It's prepared with soy milk then?"

"Yep," She smiled, watching me intensively. "Soy milk, no eggs, no butter."

I smiled at her. I was thankful for the changes she was willing to take for me. Because of my disease, dairy and fatty items were hard for my body. I could get sick of them. Nowadays when we cooked our meals, we avoided dairy and fatty items.

"These look great, baby," I said before trying a bite. While I was chewing, T was looking at me. I swallowed the piece. "It's delicious, baby."

She smiled then.

"Thank you, for this," I leaned in, kissing her cheek. "You're the best."

"I know," She joked and tried her creation this time. She chewed it and looked at me. "It doesn't taste that much different." She concluded.

I shook my head.

"So," She started. "What are the plans for today?"

I shrugged. "I guess I'm going to write some more," I looked at her. "I have to make sure to have enough chapters ready."

"Don't stress too much about being ready in time though. Your readers would understand if you miss out on a date once."

I almost choked on my food. "Miss a date?!" I asked, shocked. "Never!"

She chuckled.

When we finished our breakfast, T was clearing the table while I went to the living room. I sat down on the couch with my laptop and went straight to Wattpad. I noticed several private messages. I smiled as I saw the names of the amazing people I met there. People I really consider as friends. I often wondered if they realized how grateful I was for them.

After some time, T joined me on the couch. I half expected her to watch tv or watch a movie, but she did neither. She just sat there. And I knew what that meant... She was bored.

I looked at her and saw her look at me. "What?"

She let out a sigh. "I'm bored." See?

I sat up and let her watch my screen too. She immediately scooted closer, watching the story I was working on. I was currently working on 'Bad blood' and its prequel. That story meant a lot to me, as it's very similar to the very first dream I had.

While I was writing, T was reading. I found it thrilling to have a live reader next to me. A live reaction, a live audience.

Occasionally, T would stop me and change a thing. Though, she'd always show me what she'd change. Many times, I agreed with the change. Sometimes, I let her write a bit. Sex scenes, for example. T often bragged about how well she'd write that down so I let her do it. And, guess what? Some readers caught on that it was indeed T who wrote that part!

Around lunchtime, the doorbell rang. T got up to open the door while I remained seated and continued the story.

"Hey, psycho."

I looked behind me and saw Heather. "Heather."

T stood there and looked at Heather. "I'd prefer you not calling my wife 'psycho'."

Heather chuckled. "It's a joke between the two of us," She placed her hand on my shoulder, as if showing to T we were best buddies now. "There's no bad blood, Talia," She then leaned closer, over my shoulder. "What are you doing?" She asked as she was watching my computer screen.

I created some distance between us and put my laptop away. "Nothing," I then got up. "I'll get drinks," I walked to the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief. I took a moment to relax and get drinks, then I walked back to the living room. When I arrived, I saw Heather with my computer on her lap. "Hey, what's this?!"

I wanted to take my computer back, but T held me. "Relax, baby," She made me sit down on her lap. "Heather wanted to see what you were writing. I told her you write stories online."

I gulped and looked at Heather. It's odd how I still feared her judgment. She wasn't my English teacher anymore yet somehow her opinion mattered to me.

After some time, Heather looked at me again. "This is amazing, psycho," She nodded. "Hats off."

I smiled a bit then.

"Why the sudden interest to write in English?" She asked as she handed me my computer back. "Why not use our language or French?"

I chuckled. "I can barely express myself in French."

"That's not true, baby," T intervened. "You manage."

I shrugged. I then looked at Heather. "Why English?" I thought it over. "I guess it just comes easy to me," I paused. "I find it easier to express certain things in English."

Heather nodded, she seemed so fascinated. It's odd to say this but I really started liking her. "I know what you mean," She smiled at me. "I feel the same way."

T was looking from me to Heather. "Ok," She said, clearly feeling uncomfortable. "Why don't we talk about something else?"

"Yes," Heather changed her composure, it's so odd how she can shift moods so quickly. "I actually came by to retrieve that book I lend you."

"Right," T got up, in return, I had to get up too. "I'll get it for you."

"Thanks," Heather nodded. While we waited for T's return, we both looked around. Eventually, Heather looked at me. "What are you thinking about?" I don't know how she could always tell I was thinking about something... But right now, I didn't care.

"Uhm nothing serious," I sighed. "It's Cam."

She nodded.

"I think something's wrong but she won't talk to me," I sighed. "She mentioned something about wanting to spend time with me but when she got here yesterday, she left so fast..."

"Was that before or after Talia made us leave?"

I looked down. "After," I sighed. "T and I were talking to Cam and suddenly she left," I looked at Heather again, seeing her nod. "It's like she doesn't want to spend time with me after all."

"She does actually," Heather said, making me raise my eyebrows. "She was very clear with her actions, she wants to spend time with you."

"Yes, but she left when - "

"Only with you, psycho," She said, making me shut up. "Not when Talia or anyone else is nearby," She paused. "I think she just misses quality time with you."

I looked down then, frowning.

"Text her to meet up with you somewhere and just go."

"And what if she doesn't come?" I looked at Heather.

"She'll come," Heather nodded. "Trust me."

Before I could ask her any more things, T returned with the book and the interesting conversation I was having with Heather was over.