Jurassic Love

Chapter 21

After Claire reassuring me many times that I could come right back if I wanted to, I finally left, promising to call her if anything happened. I hadn't bothered to change out of her clothes, but the rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the grey clouds.

Luckily there was hardly anybody around, no tourists for definite, so I crossed through the park over to the other side where Owen and I lived. I got a little nervous as I arrived home, not sure whether to go and see Owen or wait for him to come over. He would see my light on that's for sure. I decided to just go home and get in my own comfy clothes and decide then, but when I walked into my living room I saw that Owen was asleep on my couch, hugging one of my shirts that had been rolled into a ball. I smiled softly when I saw him, not wanting to disturb him, but I saw that he had prepared a little dinner for us in the kitchen, even setting the little folded out table. My stomach rumbled at the thought and I crept away to get changed into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

"Rosie?" Owen called out as I was un-tying my braid and leaving it loose on my shoulders.

"I'm in the bedroom." I replied and I heard him walk in, a little hesitant.

"Hey." he said, sitting on the bed. It was unmade from this morning, bringing back awful memories of the fight. I didn't know what to say so I just smiled at him, walking over to the window and shutting the curtains.

"Can we, um, can we talk?" Owen asked, obviously knowing I was still upset.

"Sure." I said, sitting on the bed against the headboard, propping myself up with the pillows. Owen turned to face me, crossing his legs underneath him. He looked like a child, so vulnerable.

"Can you just... Can you just tell me what you're thinking?" he initially asked.

"How so?"

"About us, about what I've done and the whole pregnancy thing." he said and I sighed.

"I just feel so disappointed." I said, "I was struggling to cope with something that was potentially going to change our lives forever, and you just... You weren't there."

"I know, and I cannot possibly tell you how sorry I am baby. I just froze, scared shitless, but after you left, I just thought, I can't be my dad, I cannot be the asshole that leaves." he explained and I nodded.

"I'm glad you recognise that, but I don't want you ever thinking her you're like your father." I soothed him, grabbing my his hands and rubbing my fingers on his palms, "I pictured the moment I thought I might be pregnant so much different to how it was. I thought you might have been happy, hugging me, kissing me. But it was so different, and that hurt." I said.

"Rosie, I love you with every freaking bone in my body. I'm sorry I wasn't there this morning, fuck I know that I messed up so fucking bad, but please, please just forgive me." Owen was sounding desperate now, but the tears falling down my face held me back from giving into him.

"How can I be sure that you're not just saying this because you know I'm not pregnant? Now you're off the hook you just want to go back to normal?" I said, holding back a sob in the back of my throat.

"Because I love you! And shit Rosie, I want to have kids with you so fucking badly, I was just in shock! Trust me, I will never ever be the man my dad was as I know how much that sucks. I can't think of anything I want more than to have a baby with you, you're my life, and anything that's a part of you I will love the same, if not more." Owen said and with that I flung myself into his arms, clinging onto his shirt.

"I missed you." I sobbed into his chest.

"Oh baby I missed you so much." he was crying too, burying his face into the top of my head, "right, let's just get this straight. I'm here for the long run, and by long run, I mean forever. Whenever the time is right for us to have kids, that will be it, and I will be over the moon, I just want you to know that."