Always, Our Secret Dream 3

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℰ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉ℯℯ𝓃

It's been over twenty-four hours since I woke up and we had our baby surprise. A double pregnancy it's insane the kind of shit that you only hear about in the movies or from a Disney writer.

Quinn, Dom and Bella have all stopped by at one point to check in on us, desperately wanting to know how I am feeling and how our baby is. Bryan and I decided to hold back on sharing the news with our friends until I am back home. He doesn't want to shake the rocking waters this close to my accident. It might not make a lot of sense but to him and the fear he was forced into living for those hours yesterday he needs control.

At the end of the day, I will happily give him anything he needs from me, submission or love. Nothing is too high of a cost when it comes to the father of my children and the love of my life.

Seeing Bells last night was rough, she approached the side of my bed timidly with red-rimmed and puffy eyes from no doubt tears.

'Sky' she cried as she sat down in the empty chair beside my bed. Her hands against her jean clad thighs, running up and down in an attempt to calm her erratic thoughts and feelings.

An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach, I know she feels terrible about what happened last night. It wasn't her fault not by a long shot but I've grown close with Bella and I know she will feel responsible. It was her wedding celebration. It was her and Chris who decided to have the celebration in a VIP club. Her husband got into a fight and forced me off my feet and onto the floor. In a heap of fear and dread.

'I don't know what to say...I'm so sorry. If I had even thought for a minute that last night was going to turn out the way it did I would ne-' Groaning from the pounding inside my head I stop her mid-speech. For the first time since walking into my room, she lifts her head and meets mine. Her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes showed all her emotions.

'Bells, can you stop. What happened yesterday wasn't your fault. I don't hold you to blame for anything.'

'But' she shudders trying to take a deep breath into her shuddering body. 'We put you and your baby at risk. I swear Sky I would never forgive myself or Chris if anything happened to either of you.'

'Hush' I soothe, lifting my hand and offering it to her, she shuffles closer taking my hand in hers. 'You don't need to apologise but if you need forgiveness then you have it. Even if you don't need my forgiveness.'

'Well, even if you forgive me I'm sure Bryan -' before she can finish Bryan enters the room cutting her off. 'I'm sure Bryan what?' he asks, walking across the room to the other side of the bed. He watches my heart rate monitor for a moment before sitting down on the side of my bed. His back against my pillow as he pulls me into his embrace. Kissing the top of my head before turning his attention back to Bella who's trying her best not to make eye contact with him.

'Well?' he asks her again trying to tease a response out of her. When all he gets in return is a slight shake of her head I sigh squeezing her hand as I turn to look up at him.

'Bells thinks you hate her because of what happened. I explained to her that it isn't her fault and that it's Chris and Chris alone but she's not accepting it.'

Our eyes remain locked on each other as he processes what I've said, taking some time to think of what he wants to say. We both know that it's not her fault and neither of us will ever blame her for went down but we also know what it's like to be psycho in love with someone. Taking on the responsibility for not only their successes but for their fuck ups too.

'Bella' he starts commanding her attention calling to the part of her that wants to please everyone. Her head lifts and turns to meet his protective and demanding gaze. 'You are not to blame for Sky's accident. It was not your fault. Regardless of your marriage to Chris, it's not your responsibility to share in this burden. He created this mess and it's his time to burn in it. I - we will not have you thinking for even a second longer than you already have. Have we made ourselves clear?'