Addicted ~ Nate Jacobs

Chapter Forty-Eight

I apologize in advance because this is the LONGEST chapter I have ever written. Also, there is mention of childbirth & some gory details so if that's not for you, just skip the part when they get to the prenatal class! PS. I've started writing the chapter about the baby's birth (obviously it won't be for awhile because she still has 3 months left), but I just had so many ideas after writing this chapter! Enjoy everyone xo

"Okay, okay, let's do this, get this over with, then it's done." Nate paced around this bedroom, "Fuck, fuck." Here he was, stressed about the stupid prenatal classes him and Sophie had to attend. All fucking day today and tomorrow. He hesitated before he grabbed the bag of cocaine he stole from Fezco's place and set up a line for himself, "Okay, whoa, that's better." Cleaning up his mess, he ran down the stairs only to run into his dad.

"Nate."

"Dad."

"Enjoy your day."

"Thanks, uh, you too." Nate said, grabbing his keys as he walked out the door and got in his truck.

He knew these classes were crucial for the two of them to bond and learn more about the whole birth and post birth processes, or whatever it was called. Nate had read one book on pregnancy. He found it pretty informing, enough that they really didn't need to do this. But they really did. Because both of them were more unprepared than they knew.

Nate
I'm here

Sophie
okay

Sophie came out a few minutes later, dressed in an oversized red sweater and leggings, with a jacket overtop. She looked cozy and cute.

"You look nice and cozy."

"I wanted to wear jeans, but I couldn't tie the elastic like you did."

Nate threw his truck into drive and they were on their way. Nate was speeding, as usual, but as they took the back highway, he kept increasing his speed, making Sophie anxious.

"Hey, do you wanna slow down a bit? Please."

"Sophie, let me do the driving, alright?"

Sophie bit her lip, "Okay."

And they were fine. They ended up being fine. But Sophie didn't like Nate's speeding. And recently, it had gotten worse. And she wondered if it had something to do with his mental struggles.

"Did you ever end up booking an appointment with your moms therapist?"

"I don't want to talk about this right now."

"I was just asking, so I'm assuming that's a no then."

"I haven't, no."

"Will you?"

"I don't know, yeah, I guess I will at some point." Nate said, rolling his eyes.

He pulled into the parking lot of the health centre and put his truck in park, turning it off. Sophie turned to him and went to say something when he abruptly got out of the truck. And so she followed, catching up with him.

"Okay, I don't know what's going on with you, but can we please get through this in a civil manner?"

"Yeah, sorry."