A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 48

"Ever since I talked to Sarah I've just been.... worried, I guess," I said.

"Didn't I warn you?"

"Yeah," I said. "Fine. You're right. You warned me. You told me I'd be miserable. You told me this would happen and I didn't believe you so, OK, fine, you told me so. Is that what you want to hear? Because I'm really worried. And if I can freely talk to you about that now that I've told you you were right, then it was well worth it."

"Honey," he said, pulling me into a hug, "I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm scared, Bobby," I said into his chest.

"Why?"

"What if he's out for me? Or you? Or Lauren and Sarah? What if he's out for my parents, my brother, my producers? What if he's out for your family? What if he's out for the kids? For that little miracle we just laid down?"

"He's not out for anyone. He's put away, and he won't get anyone," Bobby said.

"He wasn't supposed to get anyone before," I mumbled. "Then he got Sarah."

"Christina, look at me," he said.

I snapped my head up.

"We are all safe. Your parents are safe, your brother is safe. My parents are safe, my sisters are safe. Lauren and Sarah and everyone else is safe. He will not get anyone."

"But what if he does?" I whispered. One tear escaped my eye and I wiped it away as quickly as possible.

"He won't," Bobby said.

"How can you be sure?"

"It's just something I know," he answered.

I sniffled, noticing that I'd let more than just that one tear escape.

"I'm sorry I'm a mess," I said.

"You're not a mess."

"I'm a mess."

"Well you're my mess."

And with that, Bobby picked me up and carried me up to our bedroom. And I actually let him.

When we made it to bed, Bobby pulled me over to him and lifted me enough to set me on his lap. I wasn't wearing pajama bottoms, just one of Bobby's T-shirts, and it was riding up pretty high. I tried to pull it down, but it was no use, so I left it.

"What?" I asked.

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm here for you, and I will keep you safe," Bobby whispered in my ear. "Plus I just wanted you to be even closer to me than you already were."

I smiled at him.

"You know, I didn't know if you'd realized this, but there's one thing you haven't done to deal with your emotions on this whole Sean situation. And it's a big one. Like, it's something that I think you've used to deal with your emotions since before we met."

I looked at him quizzically.

"You haven't written a song about it," he said.

I sighed. "I guess I haven't. And I think it's because I'm so freaked out about it still that I don't want to think about it enough to write an entire song about it."

"But after you wrote it, I know you'd feel a lot better about it," he said.

I nodded. "Maybe I will write a song about it then. Soon."

"You don't have to," Bobby said. "I just figured it would help."

I turned over my shoulder and kissed him. "You're the best."

"No, you're the best," he said. "Because you let me do this," his hands traveled up the insides of my thighs, "pretty much whenever I want to."

I took in a sharp breath. It was the first night in a while that we'd gotten a bedroom to ourselves. I shivered as his hand moved closer, and gasped as it pulled my underwear to the side and one digit pushed into me without warning.

"Why would I stop you from that?" I asked shakily, turning toward him to kiss him.

Just after my lips hit his, though, crying sounded from the room Zelda was in.

"You may not stop me, but something sure does," Bobby whispered, pulling his hand away.

"Don't act like you don't love the little interruptions," I said, getting off of him and making my way to her room.

She had slept pretty well on the flight, and we were three hours ahead of our usual time, so it made sense that she didn't want to sleep. But I didn't know what to do to occupy her.

As soon as I picked her up and changed her diaper, she stopped crying. But she was definitely wide awake.

Luckily Bobby was two steps ahead of me. As soon as I walked into the bedroom, he put his hands out and I handed her to him. He placed her in her (formerly Ness's) swinging chair, which was in the corner of the room and must've gotten set up in the little time I was changing her diaper.

Zelda seemed to be fine in there. She was amused, and I was sure that she would eventually be rocked to sleep.

"Now what?" I asked softly, getting back into the bed.

Bobby shrugged.

We settled down and just watched TV for a while. After about a half hour, Zelda had been rocked back to sleep, and I was about ready to go to sleep too.

I pulled the sheets off of me, about to get up.

"Where you going?" Bobby asked immediately.

"I'm putting Zelda back in her room," I answered.

"I'll get her," he said, pulling the sheets off.

"It's fine, Bobby," I said. "I can get her."

"No," he said. "I'll do it."

I just decided I should give up. It's not like it was that important to me, and if Bobby wanted to help me then I might as well let him. I didn't have to do everything all the time, especially when there was someone else willing to do it.

"OK," I said. "Be careful."

He waved me off, as if to say whatever and went over to the rocking chair that Zelda was in.

I sighed after he left, pulling the sheets back over me and laying down. It had been quite a day. I was officially exhausted.

After Bobby shut off the light and made it into bed (running into nothing but a TV stand), I laid down as I usually did, but Bobby didn't put his arms around me.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Bobby said softly.

"What?" I asked, turning over to face him even though it was so dark I couldn't see him.

"You know, if you didn't want to do that," Bobby said.

"What? Bobby you aren't making any sense."

"Before Zelda woke up," he said. "I'm sorry if I took something the wrong way or went too far."

"Bobby, if I didn't want that I would've stopped you or said something," I said. "I was all over you earlier tonight; why wouldn't I want that?"

"You just seemed... uninterested," he said.

"Well I wasn't," I replied.

"Anyway, I'm sorry if that's ever happened before," he said.

"Bobby, I would stop you if that ever happened," I said. "I love you, but, gosh, if I wasn't in the mood I wouldn't let you keep going."

"I love you, you know," he said, pulling me close to him and kissing the top of my head.

"I love you much more," I replied.

That was all I remembered before I fell asleep.