See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Grace's POV

My pregnancy was progressing and with every waking day my bump was becoming more and more visible.

"I look so fat!" I moaned loudly, causing Chester to look up from his phone.

I stared in the mirror, my jeans were too tight and my top didn't reach the end on my stomach, instead it came up around half way across my bump.

"You're not fat, you're pregnant." Chester said, coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Difference?" I sighed, Chester kissed my neck tentatively and I walked over to my closest, an array of too-small clothes covered what were once tidy draws.

"Maybe you should wear the maternity clothes we bought; you can't avoid it forever- it's not long till our little one is here." He said, retreating back to the bed carefully and remaining back to his earlier position behind his laptop screen.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." I said, reaching into the bags of untouched clothes.

"They're not even that bad." Chester proclaimed, a sense of doubt in his voice.

"That's like saying the First World War wasn't bad Ches..they're horrendous! They make me look even bigger!"

"So what? Show the world you're pregnant, you might as well before it disappears."

"Fine. Fine I'll wear the hideous clothes." I sighed, pulling on the jeans in defeat.

The fitted round my bump perfectly and I didn't want to admit it but they felt amazing. I hadn't felt this comfortable in such tight jeans since being pregnant. I turned around to show Chester and he smirked at me, doing that thing he does where I don't know whether to kill or kiss him.

"You like them don't you?" He questioned rhetorically, knowing exactly how much I liked them.

"They're alright." I said quietly, shrugging my shoulders.

"You should listen to me more often."

"No thanks." He laughed a little and repositioned himself so he was now laying down against the sheets.

I grabbed one of the jerseys and slid it down my rounded tummy, it didn't look that bad and I wish I'd worn maternity clothes sooner.

"Now you look like a real mommy!" Chester faked enthusiasm and fist pumped the air sarcastically.

"Why did I marry a five year old?" I teased, clambering onto the bed next to him.

"No one else could deal with you." He said, placing a kiss to my forehead.

"Aww," I said in a nauseating high-pitched voice and Chester smiled to himself before placing a kiss to my lips. I kissed back but as his tongue traced my bottom lip I pulled away and placed a stern hand on his chest.

"Nope, you Sir need to get to physiotherapy." I said, sitting up, slapping Chester's chest playfully in an attempt to get him to get up too.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back down so I was laying on the bed again, he placed his lips to mine and I quickly pulled away.

"Can't we just stay here?" He asked, looking into my eyes hopefully.

"No, you have to go."

"Fine." He said, slowly sitting up. I got this chair and he placed himself into it.

"We want you out of this as soon as possible." I said positively.

"I know, me too." He mumbled, fiddling with his thumbs.

"You'll get there okay? Just be patient." I said, kissing his cheek quickly.

He smiled back at me and soon we were on our way to the hospital and I was watching Chester gradually stand and fall. I watched the pain on his face but also the pride. When he stood without the balance of a person of piece of equipment he turned to me, the biggest smile on his face. It was the happiest I had seen him in a long time.

As he was standing he slowly looked down to his legs and rested a hand on his upper-thigh. His face portrayed a mixture of pride and fear and I watched his face fastidiously as it worked through every emotion.

He started off amazed, his mouth creating an oval and his eyes wide. He looked over to me and his face lit up, it was reassuring to see and warmed my heart but soon something else kicked in.

His eyes grew wide in panic and his hands began to gradually shake. His legs became unstable and his face dropped. I ran up to him, embracing his weak figure. He fell into me and I was almost all that was holding him up. I felt his tears roll down his cheeks in panic and I held him tighter, his arms looked around me for support.

"Hey, hey it's okay." I whispered into his ear, his tears reaching my shoulder.

"I can't do it." He mumbled, his voice a timid whisper.

"You can, you're doing it now! You're standing!" I said, pulling away from him a little but his arms shook and I bought him back into my embrace quickly.

"I can't do what's next Grace." I knew what he meant and I understood his fear. I think the prospect of something new scared him and the prospect of it going wrong terrified him.

"I think I've forgotten how." He fell a little closer into me and I gently placed him back into his chair. Kneeling down in front of him, his hands holding mine.

"You've done this once before; you can do it again." I said, he nodded repetitively over and over again.

"And you have all the support you can get, everyone wants you to succeed and we know you can do it, you just need to believe to."

"It's hard." He squeezed my hand and I wiped away his tears.

"You don't need to rush Ches, whenever you're ready."

"But I want to teach my child how to walk, not the other way round." He said, his tears stopping.

"And you'll get there." I said reassuringly.

"I don't deserve you." He said, kissing me gently.

I tightened my grip on his hands and gently pulled him up so he was standing on his feet, his body resting on me. I stepped away and held out his arms so they were stretched out. I stepped away and he stood by himself. He was shaky at first but he settled himself and gently lifted one leg and placed it down in the same spot as it originally was. His smile lit up the whole room and his eyes sparkled.

"We'll fight this together."