I Never Thought

Chapter 48

Chloe's POV

The night of the party, Chase asked me to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.

I couldn't sleep that night. It wasn't because of the fight, the music, or even Yanique's evil plan. It was because Chase was officially my boyfriend.

He had left not long after our conversation, but not before showering my face with kisses in an attempt to get me to smile, which he did. That smile wasn't solely from the amusement that his action brought, but it was a genuine result of me being happy. I couldn't have asked for a better human being to be my boyfriend and father to my child. He was the perfect mixture of all things good and even his bad traits were accompanied with upsides which watered them down.

I was able to relax a bit however, after my brother demanded Yanique to leave as soon as he found out that she attempted to hit me. My friends also left after I told them that I needed space to process everything that happened that day and they understood. They knew me and they knew that it took a lot for me to get angry and a lot of time for it to subside. Me ending the night early was the best idea.

The weekend ran by fast and I mostly stayed in my room. Christian shut down my protests of having Regina and Vicky leave early and told me how ridiculous I was being, letting some 'childish feud' get to me. Of course he didn't understand completely since I hadn't shared all the details with him. He still didn't know that Chase and I were actually in a relationship, he thought we were completely platonic at that point.

I wondered if he believed it completely that we went from sleeping together back to being strictly friends so fast. Was he really that gullible? Chase and I couldn't be the only people to ever have been in a situation like this one and I was pretty sure that anyone who had been would find it difficult to go back to being platonic as fast as he thought we did. I found myself pondering if he actually thought that or if he knew we were still messing around and was in denial about it.

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Wednesday rolled around faster than I expected it to. I was doing extremely well at work, and I even earned myself a green pair of scrubs. Jessica told me that green scrubs were given to her employees after successfully completing their training. I had been working there for just under two weeks and was already performing like I had been there for months, according to her.

Wednesday also meant that I was now seven weeks pregnant.

After work that day, Chase came into the house with me instead of just dropping me off and leaving like he did for the last two shifts I had. He told me that he wanted us to talk to Christian about everything together. As much as I wanted to prolong it and avoid it for as long as possible, I knew it was redundant  to avoid the inevitable.

So there I was, hyperventilating in Chase's car.

"Chloe, it's okay. It's going to be okay," he tried to soothe me while rubbing circles on my back.

"N-no, it's not. He's going to hit you again, or even worse." I sniffled and he exhaled heavily.

"No he's not. I'm not going to let him hit me this time, he needs to accept it. It's not like it can be undone."

"What if it blows up in our faces? He's going to call Mom and Dad and they're going to kick me out," I sobbed into the tissue he had given me.

"Hey, hey." He held my chin and turned my face to him. We were parked in my driveway and Christian's car was next to us, telling us that he was home. "Look. He's obviously not going to take it well, that we do know. But, he has no control over what your parents will think or do. And if you get kicked out, you know you're coming straight to my house."