I Never Thought

Chapter 41

Chloe's POV

That night, I walked into my home with a new lightness in my steps and shoulders. Telling Chase went way better than I expected, not that I knew what to expect, to begin with. What I did know however, was that he didn't disappoint me. I knew from the get-go that it was unlikely that he would blow up and run like a lot of teenage boys would when they're told that they impregnated someone. He did blow up just slightly, but then he caught himself before it went too far. I was proud of him, and I hoped he was able to tell.

Now that I finally knew that he was on board, or at least that he didn't hate me, I could now allow myself to feel the emotions that I'd been suppressing since I found out. I was going to be a mom, and Chase was going to be a dad. The more I thought about that fact, the more real it felt and the more it felt real, the more emotions I began feeling. Relief. What was I relieved about? was it that he made it known that he would stay by my side after all? Or was it that he finally knew which meant that I wouldn't have to go around bottling this information up for much longer? Either way, relief was prominent and I planned on taking advantage of this positive emotion before another unfortunate event were to happen. Knowing my luck, it wouldn't be that long before another event, hence telling our families and friends.

As I made my way into the livingroom, the smell of steak being cooked filled my nostrils and my mouth immediately began to water. Bending the corner toward the kitchen, I saw Christian standing by the stove, one hand on his hip and the other held a spoon as he based the large piece of steak in a skillet. Noticing my presence, he glanced over his shoulder at me as I rested my purse on the kitchen table.

"I hope you're in the mood for steak," he told me over the sizzling.

"I sure am," I replied while smoothing the wrinkles out of my new scrubs.

"I also have potatoes in the oven," he tapped the door of the oven and I walked to stand next to him.

I was happy that I wouldn't have to cook that night since he beat me to it. We usually took turns cooking dinner on the nights that Lindsay didn't take food that she cooked to our house which was rare. She probably brought us dinner four nights a week, and it was always amazing.

"That smells so good," I complimented and rubbed my stomach, feeling it grumble in response.

"Thank you." He placed the spoon into the sink before shuffling to grab a towel."How was your first day? You look nice in your uniform."

I smiled and glanced down at my attire. "It was great, I think I'll really enjoy working there." Up until I'd get too big to be able to work, that is. I figured that I should talk to Jessica about what the protocol was for pregnant employees before it was too late. The last thing I needed was to get attached to this job and then lose it.

"That's good. Gives you something to do," he said as he pulled out the steaming sheet filled with small slices of freshly baked potatoes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I folded my arms across my chest then winced, realizing how sore my breasts were. This was usually a symptom I got a week before getting my period but we all knew why it was happening this time.

"As in you having a job is better than you being home everyday all summer like you do every year." He shrugged and placed the tray onto the rack on the island with my eyes following it.

"Hey! It wouldn't have been every day, and you know that I go out with my friends," I retorted and he shook his head in response, much to my annoyance.

"Chloe, you're literally always home, come on."

Sighing, I said "well, unlike you, I actually enjoy my own space without finding the need to have my friends around me twenty-four/seven."