Come Back to Reality

Chapter 65:

***Crystal's POV:

"Come on, Prince. Come here, boy."

"Hell no. Don't tell that dog to get on the couch."

"Chris, shut up. Come here, baby boy. *Makes kissing noises*"

Chris walked from his kitchen into the living room with me.

"I spent a lot of money for him to go to obedience school. Stop doing that."

"Too late."

I'm petting the CUTEST blue-eyed Pit Bull in my lap.

"Prince. Get off the couch."

He hopped off and Chris gave him a treat.

"Oh, hell no. Prince. Come here."

He jumped back on the couch.

Chris called his name again, but Prince looked like Chris lost his mind, so he didn't move.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because YOUR dog ass be on the couch, too."

He kissed his teeth. "Why are you even over here?"

"I was lonely."

"And? What happened to 'Leave me alone. Quit talking to me?'"

"What are you talking about?"

I know damn well what he's referring to.

"If I was Drake, I wouldn't want you here, either."

"So you want me to leave?"

"I'm just saying that this is wrong."

"You've changed. I thought you loved me."

"Not changing, but maturing. I never said that I didn't love anymore, either."

"So if the baby's yours, what would you do?"

He sat down beside me and Prince jumped off of the couch.

"What do you mean? I'm going to be a father, but if you're still with Drake, then there won't be an 'us'."

"And if I'm not?"

"Then maybe we'd be together, if you want. You picked out baby names?"

"With Aubrey, if it's a girl, I would want it to be Audrey Spirit Marē (Marie). If it's a boy, Raymond. No middle name."

"So his or not, the name would be Audrey?"

"I'll probably wait until the results come back to name the child."

"What if it's mines?"

"The boy name would be the same, but for a girl, maybe ChristiAna Jazmeena Marea(Maria)(*Roll the R*). The same initials as you, kinda."

"That's smart."

His phone started to ring.

"Hello?....Is she okay?!....I'm on my way. Crystal, hurry up and get in the car!"

"What's wrong?"

"Just go!"

I jogged to the car. When he got in, we sped off.

......

"Chris! SLOW DOWN!!"

"Please be quiet."

His voice was silent and unstable like he's feeling something. Hurt?

We pulled up to a hospital. It would normally take 30 minutes to get here, but he turned it into a 15 minute drive.

We ran into the hospital and Chris asked the lady at the desk about.....Robyn.