With you I feel loved

Chapter 25

3 days later

Jen's POV

Harry didn't come up in 3 days.. He really is giving me time to think!
Luckily, he is bringing me food and drink.
He is helding me hostage, but at least he takes care of me nicely.

I had a lot of time to think. I think I'm now 8 days away from home. 8 days ago, I was on my way to pick up Beau from the airport. I remember sitting in the car, having so many questions for him. How it was, how the meeting was.. And of course i wanted to show him the baby room and tell him we are going to have a baby...

He must have seen the baby room when he came home! Ohh nooooo! What did I do?
Even if I choose Harry, Beau will know that I carry his child. He will know he has a kid with me... Unless he thinks I'm dead of course.

He must have called the cops! He's a cop himself.. What if he can track me and he will find me? What will he do to Harry!? I have to talk to Harry! He might be in danger!

Wait... Am I protecting my abductor against my boyfriend?? That's ridiculous! But how ridiculous it might be, I still have this feeling. I have to talk with Harry before someone gets hurt.

I still don't know who I have to choose - I mean, I wish I just wanted to choose Beau, but Harry was right: the fact that I am doubting says a lot about my relationship with Beau.

I wish I would choose Beau for 100% but I don't. I just don't. I don't know what's the reason, but I just can not choose Beau for 100%. Even not now I'm carrying his child. And I believe today it's May 25th. My baby will be born around January 10th. So i still have 7 months before this baby will be born. Maybe I can make the decision later this pregnancy. When my hormones...-

Wait! That's it! I'm not thinking straight because my hormones are raging! They're not working normally right now. I have to choose Beau!
And if I seem to be unhappy with Beau, I can always leave him and go to Harry. I will tell this to Harry.

When he comes upstairs again, I will tell him.
Then I hear a knock on the door. Whoa, can he read my mind?!

"Princess, are you awake?"
"Yeah, you can come in if you want."
"Thanks." He opens the door and comes in.
He wears a suit and a tie. He has a cake with him.

"Why are you all dressed up like that?" I ask him.
"Uhm.. It's my birthday today... And I wanted to celebrate it with you if you don't mind.."
"Ohh.. No, of course, I don't mind. Congratulations!" I don't know wether to hug him, kiss him on his cheeks or just simply to shake his hand.

That results in an awkward "hand - oh kiss? Oh okay, I'll lean my head a little closer then, while my hand is still in position to shake your hand but your hand is on my shoulder"- position..

Anyway, we laugh nervously and he joins me on the side of my bed. "Soooo.. How old did you become?" I ask him. I notice that actually all I know about him is his name. Harry. Harry Connick Jr.

"38..." Harry answers.
Ohh good. That's not too old. "That's a good age."
"A good age for what?"
"Just... It's just a nice age. Not too old, not too young. Just good. In the middle of your life!"

"Yeah.."
"So your birthday is May 25th. I will remember that."
"What do you mean May 25th..?"
"Today is 25th right..?"
"Nooo... Todat it's May 31."
"What...! For how long am I here..? You took me at May 17th.. So I'm here... 13 days!!?"

"Correct."
"But... What happened..! When I woke up, I laid in this bed. Didn't I woke up May 18th?"
"No darling.. 5 days you were unconscious."
"5 DAYS!!??"
"Yes.. I started to worry about you, but your blood pressure, temperature, breathing.. Everything was okay."

"That's why I felt so awake and zen when I woke up."
"Probably..."
"Did you give me any life supplements?"
"Yes. I went to you everyday to give you some water, juice, milk, tea, even coffee to try to wake you up."
"And.. I drank that?"

"Yes.."
"Aha.."
Brief silence.
"And nothing else happened those days that i have to know about?"

"Like...?"
"Like.. I don't know.."
"No, I didn't rape you if that's what you meant." Harry says convincing, with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Ahh okay. Thanks. I'm sorry I even asked.. I just get paranoia from all this.."
"I can understand.. I know I didn't deal with this situation the right way. I'm so stupid.." He looks disappointed in himself.

I grab his upper arm and stroke it. He is very strong, i can feel his muscles.
"No, Harry. I agree, there were better, politer ways to handle this 'situation' you're talking about, but you're not stupid."

"Jen.. You don't have to stand up for me. I know I am a bad person for doing all this."
"You're not a bad person. You must have had your reasons for the way you acted."

"I have. And if you stay here longer, I will tell you everything about me. Why I acted the way I did when I first met you in New York. Why I abducted you instead of that I talked to you like a normal person would... I will tell you everything. I owe you an explanation."

"But... I have to choose you if I want to know all that."
"Well..." He is quiet now. First time I left him speechless.
"Harry.. Please don't get me wrong... You're so special. Something about you makes me want to stay with you forever, makes me want to know everything about you, spend every second with you... But the truth is.. I'm pregnant. From Beau. And I am just ripped out of his life without goodbye, without explanation.. I left him just like that."

"You didn't.. I made you leave him. You had no choice."
"Okay.. But he doesn't have a single clue of what happened to me. Did he contact you?? You know he's a cop, right? What if he tracks you?? I don't want you to go to jail, because you are not a criminal. So then I have to tell the cops that I went with you voluntarily. And what do I tell Beau then? 'Sorry, beau, i wanted to live with Harry in Iceland for a few weeks because i was tired of my life in New York'?"

"No.. He didn't contact me and he will also not track me. I know what I do. But.. No. If you choose to go back to Beau, we will make up some story, give you an alibi. Which doesn't includes me. We can tell that you went to think about your life. That your hormones were raging or something. And that you left a note on the table but  it got lost for some reason. You can write a note right now and take a pic of it. And when he asks you what you wrote in the note, you can show him the picture."

"And why would I have taken a pic of my note?"
"You have to remember what you wrote, right??"
"Hmm okay.."
"But.. Does that mean that you choose Beau..?"

"I don't know. I think it's the best thing to do. And if I don't want to stay with Beau, I can leave him and come to you."

"No. You think you can come back to me if I'm your second choice? No. That's not how it works. You got one choice. Me or Beau. Choose wisely."

He stands up and walks to the door. "Enjoy the cake, I just lost my appetite."

Author's Note:
(There you go mimilopez18 i wrote 1350 words for you instead of 700 😉)