The Cinderella | Wattys 2016

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Chapter Twenty Five.

"Say what?" Maya asked, shock written in bold style on her forehead. Just the thought of it made me giggle. "Seriously, you're laughing? I go out of town for a day and both my best friends start dating the people who I thought were the last people on earth they'd ever talk to! I think I need some explanation here before my brain bursts out into tiny microscopic particles."

"Cut some slack, Maya." Emily said with an eye roll as she continued stuffing the mayo salad while I sipped onto some skimmed chocolate milk from a tetra pack. "Anyway, Grace. You gotta tell us how Blake asked you out!" Em squeaked excitedly while Maya looked at me with a curious gaze.

Earlier

The chirping of birds could be heard as I groggily opened my eyes and stretched my limbs lazily. My eyes wandered around, since the surroundings were not even close to my bedroom. Green and fresh leaves that hung from the branches of the trees came into my sight, whilst a little ahead was a pretty little lake.

Am I in heaven?

When I tried getting up from my sleeping posture, a muscular hand held me back by my waist. My eyes trailed towards Blake's face as he was soundly snoring, oblivious to the sun that had risen. A small smile grew on my face as I observed his minute features which one usually doesn't, like there was small mole on the lower side of his lip, a small scar near his right eye which seems like a childhood scar, or how his eyebrows are not twitched up like they always are. Involuntarily, my hand rose towards his face and I softly caressed his cheek which was covered by a little stubble that gave him a manly look. Memories of last night came flooding to me about how Blake asked me out, how I can finally call him mine.

Last night was undoubtedly the best day of my existence. After completing our game of scrabble, we talked for hours and hours inserting a few kisses here and there, scratch that, hell lot of kisses and cuddling before both of us slipped into slumber. As I touched my baby bump, I couldn't help but feel a bit upset about not being completely honest with Blake. Now that I know that Blake wants to be with me, with our baby, I don't have any reason to be afraid of telling him the truth, right? But then somehow, just the thought of confronting him about that night gives me goosebumps and a bad feeling forms within me. Maybe now is the best time I tell him about everything that I'd been hiding from him. It may change our relationship for good or for the worst.

I snapped out of my little reverie as I felt Blake's grip on waist tighten. He opened his eyes as he shot me a small smile. "Good morning, beautiful." He mumbled, as pushed some strands of hair away from my face.

I pecked his cheek lightly and dipped down, in order to rest my head on his chest. I snaked my arm around his torso as I felt him kiss my head. "Moring, dorky." I mumbled, snuggling me head into his chest, which is really absurd but whatever.

"You sure know how to greet your boyfriend, huh." Blake mumbled, as he rubbed circles on the side of my waist. "Did you sleep well?" Blake asked.

"Never slept this good." I said cheekily, as I pressed my lips against his, not caring about my morning breath. God, I need help.

"Course you did. I was cuddling you, after all." Blake commented snidely, as he smirked at my eye roll.

Before I could retort to him with a witty reply, my eyes fell upon his wrist watch and my mouth went dry as I noticed what time it was. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, as I got up from the mat that we fell asleep on. Blake looked at me confusedly as he picked up his jacket which lied beside him and put it on, before letting out a lazy yawn. "It's seven, shit, we're gonna be late. I will get a detention, all because of you, you poop!" I blabbered, as I picked my coat and hastily put it on. Since I was going to complete my six months soon, the bump had become a lot bigger (duh) which kind of hampered my speed of my physical movements. Blake got up from his place and helped me get up carefully.