Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Twenty-Six - Well, That Was Unexpected

SCARLETT'S POV
Chris made sharp turns on every corner as we rushed to the hospital. He had yet to say what was happening. But I wondered, and was 99% sure of what it was.
We walked into the dimly lit hospital and were immediately greeted by Bryan who was pacing like a mad man. Something was terribly wrong.

"What happened? Everything was perfectly fine during her pregnancy," Chris said as he hugged Bryan. He sniffled and tightened his grip on Chris as more tears ran. The moment the doctor stepped out, everything slowed. Bryan let go of Chris, turning to face the doctor. His face had said it all.
I stood back as I watched Bryan hit the ground on his knees, becoming a shell of a man right there on that hospital floor.
We sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity as Bryan filled out papers and talked to doctors.

"Do you think he's gonna be okay?" I asked Chris, breaking our silence. He shook his head and looked over in Bryan's direction.

"If it were me in his situation I'd lose my mind. To go in, expecting to leave as a happy family, but instead going home as a widow and a single father? I wouldn't be able to do it."

"He's going to need help with the funeral arrangements." Chris nodded in agreement.
So, three days later we all found ourselves sitting in the funeral home, trying to make sense of every little thing.

"Bryan, you have to pick a casket," I said softly as we stood in the selection room. We had been standing there, staring at the same caskets for five minutes. He'd barely made any decisions so far in the arrangement, letting Chris and me call the shots mostly.
He looked around him, eyes blank, then pointed to the light pink casket.

"That one, she would have liked that one." The funeral director nodded, then notated the price of it. Which was a shocking $4,000. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist as I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

"I'm gonna take Feyre outside," I said quietly, trying to force the tears back. I turned and walked out, carrying Feyre to sit on the steps of the funeral home with me. The one person I'd turn to right now... she was gone. Who was I supposed to confide in? Who was I supposed to talk to?
I held Feyre in my arms, admiring how much she looked like my beautiful best friend. Though it was rather chilly, so I swaddled her in my hooded sweater jacket.
"You're in great hands, Feyre. We won't let anything happen, Bryan is a good person," I spoke to her. Her blue eyes shut softly. I heard the clack of dress shoes behind me, and I knew it was Chris. He sat next to us, and placed his suit jacket over my shoulders.

"It's cold, Scar. You're gonna catch a cold," he said placing his arm around my shoulders. I shook my head.

"I'm fine," I told him through tears. Chris kissed the top of my head, then looked down at Feyre, who was warm and cozied up to my chest.

"We just finished the meeting. I wrote a check, Bryan's just signing papers now." Chris paid? "I know, I know. I was going to pay, it's my friend. But, what's yours is mine. And what's mine is yours." Bryan walked out, his hands in his pockets, then stepped in front of us. "Back home?" Chris asked, looking up at him. Bryan's brow furrowed and he shook his head.

"Actually, I need to go to my lawyers office. I want y'all to go with me." I found the request odd, but I knew he needed all the support he could get right now.
The moment we stepped into the lawyers office he smiled and shook our hands, and doted on Feyre. Then, he sat down across from us with his papers.

"So, I assume Bryan told you why he needs you here?" Chris and I looked at him and shook our heads, and Bryan cleared his throat.

"In the event that something happens to me and I can't care for Feyre, I want you and Chris to take custody," Bryan informed us. I looked at him with bewilderment, not even believing this was happening.

"Bryan, nothing is going to happen to you-"

"Scar, we don't know that for sure. Nothing was supposed to happen to her, and look where we are. I just need your signature."

"You have to be joking—"

"We will sign," Chris piped in, grabbing the pen.

"Chris, shouldn't we discuss this first?" I asked him quietly.

"There's nothing to discuss on it, Scar. Nothing is going to happen, it's just a failsafe." I sighed and nodded my head in agreement.

"Okay, I'll sign." I grabbed the other pen and signed on the other line next to Chris' scribbled signature. "But nothing better happen to you."