Chapter 4

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At the house where the man that claims I married him, takes me there is a lot of paintings. There is an upstairs and a basement. The living room is a calming blue color and has a fireplace that is really antique looking, but it goes with everything in the room. My room that I share with this "Nate" person is a tan color and has heated hardwood floor. The bed spread has a special design with a large variety of colors. So many that it hurts to look at it. The kitchen is huge and there is a lot of things to bake with and things to cook with. There are these boxes that have my name on them with a fancy logo that says that I cater many celebrations. In another room that has painting things everywhere, there are more boxes that talk about how the Nate person sells his paintings.

Next, I walk into this tan colored room with a baby bed that is half-way made. I look down at my stomach and see a little bulge. I smile at the thought of being a mom. Suddenly, I feel someone snake their arms around my waist and I jump at the feeling of Nate's arms around me, but I hold his hand. He lays his head on my shoulder and I lean into him. Then the memories come back and I fall to my knees. The dream is back.

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Okay guys i know that you probably want to kill me for this but I had to and I am so sorry. Writing this is making me cry so you can be mad at luvzelda for this story. So back to the story.

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Nate's pov (I know but I had to change soon)

I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her as she looks at the baby's room. I rest my head on her shoulder and she leans against me. Then she falls and I can't catch her. She is lying on the floor, limp. (NO SHE ISN'T DEAD!!!! So there is no need to worry. She passed out because she hit her head). I pick her little body up in my arms and carry her to the bed. I'm crying because I'm so mad at myself. If I would have caught her this wouldn't be a problem. If it weren't for that dream this entire thing would have never happened and if she had less stress this wouldn't have happened. But if I could have caught her this wouldn't be an issue.

I set her down in the bed and go to call the doctor but she screams.

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