Blake Griffin {One Shots}

The Fight (Part 3)

\\Blake's POV//

I woke up smiling down at the woman who was fast asleep tangled up all over me. Her little snores are so adorable I want to just wake her up so I can kiss her.

I move my hands to cup her barely showing belly and I smile as I realize something.

I'm going to be a father. I'm really doing it all finally with the woman I love most in the world.

It hadn't hit me like it just now did, but I only now became more excited. My thinking trailed off to last night as I looked around our room with clothes scattered amongst the floor.

I carefully got up and smirked to myself reminiscing our precious night until I saw something on the floor.

Her suitcase.

Pain instantly took over me body. I can't believe she thought about leaving me. She barely even let me explain myself...shit. I still have to explain myself.

I quickly threw on some boxers and took off down the stairs two at a time. I need to wake her up calmly and happily. Breakfast. Perfect.

I quickly made the best pancakes and eggs possible while juggling orange juice and an english muffin as I sprinted back up the stairs. I pulled out a tv tray and hovered it over her before placing the food on the tray. Her eyes began to furrow open and she smiled up at me shyly. "Good morning, handsome." She looked down. "And what's this?" She giggled before looking back up at me.

I bit my lip trying to not laugh at the disastrous sight in front of her. "It's uh.. Well, it's an attempt at your favorite breakfast." I released my lip as my hand found the back of my head. "Good thing you aren't a pregnancy puker, huh?" She giggled even more and began to dig in. "That's true baby." She agreed as she stuffed some bacon in her mouth.

I let her finish eating before I tried to engage in any conversation. I still had to figure out how to say everything without ruining everything I have planned for us. She coughed and interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes baby?" I looked at her and cocked my head to the side. She bit down on her lip like she wanted to say something and she did because I know my wife. "That was um, pretty good...Blake?" Uh oh. "Yes?" I stretched out the 'y'. "About last night?" Shit.

"Yes Chantel?" I took a deep breath. "How was the sex?" She giggled and buried her head into her hands. What? I squished my eyebrows together, taken aback by what she just asked me. "Baby, it was incredible. It's always phenomenal with you. Why are you asking this?" She peeked through her fingers and slowly dropped them from her face. "I was just so worried last night... I felt like I wasn't enough for you and I haven't been enough for you lately. You've been gone so much lately..." She trailed off nearing tears.

Her words pierced through my heart and I felt like someone had knocked the life out of me. What am I doing to her? I decided to tell her now about my recent outings and late night appearances. "Baby, Chantel. Look at me please." I grabbed her face and pulled her towards me. I looked deep into her eyes to let her know I meant what I was about to say.

"I love you." I pointed to her heart and I kissed her nose. "Only you. It's always been you. Since the first day we met at the park and I challenged you to that one on one... I knew it was going to be you. And honestly? I'm so damn glad it was you to walk into my monotonous and shameful life to only change me into the better loving and passionate man that I am today. You've given me things that nobody ever has or ever could have given me. Besides my momma of course." I joked and she laughed. "For once in my life I have complete happiness. Just from your presence baby. You complete me. You guys," I placed my hand on her stomach, "you two complete me and in no way ever imaginable." She was in tears and all I did was hold her.

We laid together for what felt like hours but in reality, it was only twenty minutes. I was smiling the whole time just kissing her hair. I was proud of myself. I was proud I was able to finally express my complete feelings with her. But I still hadn't explained why I've been gone recently. I had to. Before I could begin I heard her soft little voice croak out my name.

\\Chantel's POV//

"Blake?" I sounded like I couldn't breathe, but my throat was just dry. I cleared my throat and turned around to face him. He looked worried. I caressed his puffy cheeks and gave him a sorrowful look. He knew what I wanted.

It felt amazing to hear him confess to me about how he felt. All these years, and I didn't really have a single clue about how he felt. He grabbed my face and kissed me before he began to tell me.

"Truth is, I've been going out with an old friend, Jamie. She's been giving me suggestions for us because I have been needing to do something about us baby." I licked my lips and thought before I spoke. "But baby that's why you have me.. That's what couples do. They talk to each other about suggestions and ideas. Why are you running to Jamie?"

I could tell something was bothering him because he was sweating. "Baby, it's complicated. I-I can't talk to you about it directly but I wish I could, please trust me on this." I shook my head in disbelief. "So she is better than me huh... I bet she's blonde too which only adds more icing to the cake. I figured that's what this was." I went to stand but he grabbed me.

"Please don't make me do this, Chantel." He entreated me with worry in his eyes and I snatched my wrist from his grasp. "Do what Blake! Huh? Don't make you go run off back to your girlfriend tonight again and come home to your wife who awaits you all day long? If that's the case then do it. I don't even really ca-" I couldn't finish because he stood up very quickly and rushed over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a shoebox and walked over to me sitting down.

"Open it." He demanded without looking at me. "Why the hell should I op-" he raised his voice slightly and cut me off. "Just open the damn box you stubborn woman!" He muttered through gritted teeth. I heard him mumble some other words before I picked up the box and placed it in my lap. He looked at me biting his nail and then looked up at the ceiling.

I open the box to pull out the basketball shoes from the day Blake and I had a one on one. The same exact fucking shoes. How? Where? I got rid of them a long time ago... I was too busy staring at the shoes to even notice the tiny box resting inside of one of the soles. I opened my mouth and closed it again only to reopen it. "You did not Blake. You are not. Are you? Are you serious?" I looked next to me but he wasn't there.

He was down on one knee in front of me, smiling his goofy smile. His eyes were red and he grabbed my hand. "Yes. Yes I am Chantel." I covered my mouth with my free hand and started to cry.

I low-key feel like a bitch.

"So..." He trailed off. "Will you do me the honors of allowing me to remarry you, my beloved wife?" I giggled and he smiled at me. He brought me in for a hug. "Yes of course, my beloved husband." He squeezed me tighter and began to whisper in my ear. "I never meant to cause you worry or even have you have those type of cogitations of me. I would never in my life even imagine hurting you baby girl." He placed his hand on my stomach and pulled away to kiss me.

"So about this Jamie... Do I get to meet her?" He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Well seeing that she is our weeding planner, I'd hope that you would soon meet her." He kissed me once more and let out a very deep, long sigh. My old Blake is back, finally.

"Since you know about her now, I might as well take you with me so you don't worry." I smiled so hard I felt my face stiffen. "I love you so much, Blake."

"And I love you so much more, baby girl."

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I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it the same! (Sorry it took three days to write, I had to put some more thought into it!)