Chapter Fifteen: Carter’s P.O.V-
I stayed in Ross’s room for most of the afternoon just trying to shake off my sick feeling. Mrs. Lynch brought me up some tea and Rydel brought me some magazines and DVD’s. It was a good afternoon even if Camila was somewhere in the house. I was lying on Ross’s bed reading People magazine when Rocky came in.
“Hey,” He said.
“Hey Rock,” I put down the mag.
“Camila left so if you want you can come down stairs.” He sat at the end of the bed.
“I was just about to take a nap but thanks for telling me.” I smiled “Hey if Ross calls just wake me up ok?”
“Yup, sleep tight, C,” and with that Rocky left the room.
While I napped I dreamt of Ross and me. We were older and had six kids (two girls, four boys). We lived in a large house on the beach and every night when Ross got home we’d all go out and play in the water and sand. It was nice to be dreaming about something else besides having someone plotting to kill you. I felt a strong arm go around me as I lay asleep. The person felt warm and I could feel their six pack of abs as they pulled me against them. This was so Ross. I rolled over and looked at him.
“Hi,” Ross whispered, caressing my cheek.
“Hi,” I smiled.
“Feeling better?” he asked.
“Much,” I nodded “How was lunch with my dad?”
“As I predicted, he’s not going to break us up because he respects that I love you with all of my heart and he likes that you’re happy all the time. He doesn’t care who I am, he just wants me to protect and respect his little girl.” Ross’s eyes searched my face.
“Thank goodness,” I let out a sigh of relief.
“I got you something today.” He said.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Well, I know you aren’t feeling that great today so I went to Build-a-Bear and made you this.” In his hand was a bear with blonde fur. It was wearing swim trunks and was carrying a surf board.
“Aw,” I said “I love it,” I took the bear into my arms.
“I know, guess what his name is.” Ross placed his hand on my hip.
“Ross?” I asked.
“Close; Ross Bear,” he said.
“I love it!” I laughed “I love you Ross bear.”
“He is a pretty cool bear.” Ross nodded.
“I was talking to you!” I laughed.
“Well in that case, I love you too.” He kissed my nose “Hey did you steal this sweatshirt from my closet?”
“Psh… No…?” I lied.
He gave me a look.
“Yes, but your shirts are much more comfortable than my own. My shirts hug me, your shirts hang on me.” I defended myself.
“I didn’t say it bugged me, I just think my shirts look better on you.” He smiled down at me.
“Thanks, babe,” I said.
“I know… I’m a nice guy.” He looked at me from under his eyelashes.
“You do that to me all the time!” I laughed and pushed his face away from mine.
