I Never Thought

Chapter 49

Chloe's POV

"Go wait in the car, I'm going to talk to him before we leave," I told Chase when I pulled away from his arms. We were still standing in the living room and it had been a few minutes since Christian left us downstairs.

He nodded, using the back of his hand to wipe his eyes again before glancing away from me. I was about to walk off but stopped and looked back up at him first. "Hey." I rested my hand on his chest. "You did really well. I'm so proud of you."

I didn't wait for him to respond before turning and making my way up the stairs. I headed straight for Christian's room and was about to knock, but noticed that his door wasn't closed all the way.

"Christian," I whispered while pushing his door open. I found him standing facing his windows with his hands on his sides. When he noticed my presence, he faced me and I almost flinched seeing how red his eyes were. He was crying.

"Hey," he greeted while walking towards me. Before I could respond, he was pulling me into his chest and cradling the back of my head. "Are you okay?" he questioned with an uneasy voice.

Taken off guard, I nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm good." He released me and kept me at arm's length away to examine my face and I kept my eyes on his as he did this. Why was he behaving like this?

"Why are you crying?" I expected him to be angry, which he was. But sad? That I wasn't expecting and I wasn't sure if I understood the reason why he was. It could have also been that he was so angry that it was causing him to cry.

"Is that a rhetorical question? Because if its not, then its an extremely stupid one."

"Its not," I told him blankly.

"Chase got you pregnant Chloe. You've been eighteen for just seven months, you're not adult enough for a whole baby."

I crossed my arms across my chest. I knew he would say something like that. He wasn't wrong though, I knew I was young, we covered that. But that didn't mean I wouldn't be able to take care of a child. I knew of so many teenaged girls even younger than I was who had babies and they turned out fine, like Lindsay did. Why couldn't I do it if she could?

"I know that. Its going to work out though," I informed him in the most confident tone that I could muster up.

"How? Who's gonna take care of it while we're at school for the next year?"

I frowned at his use of the word 'it' but shrugged and answered him anyway. "Christian, I still have months to figure all of that out. Honestly, we will cross that bridge when we get there."

I never once thought about that. It was a good question, but I wasn't sure how to even go about answering it. Who would do it? My parents were never home so it wasn't like I could count on them to do it. My heart ached at the thought of hiring a nanny to do the job because that was my entire childhood and I would never want the same thing for my child.

"I can't believe this," he turned and ran exasperated fingers through his curls. "I'm so sorry he did this to you."

"Its okay, really." I held my palm toward him in defense. Chase didn't do anything to me. We both did this.

"No. Its not. Who else knows? What are you going to do about Mom and Dad?" He asked another one of my most dreaded questions.

"You and Chase are the only ones who know so far. And I haven't even thought about how I'll tell them yet. I wish I could just avoid telling them all together," I answered.

"You know that's not possible."

"I know." I sighed. "I wanted to tell you and them at the same time so that I wouldn't have to break the news so many times."