Unexpected (A Chris Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Chapter 14: Jealousy

Finally telling Chris plenty of old secrets that I had kept hidden away,  closed a gap between us. Well the many gapping chasms that existed. Plus I had something to confess to him. I loved Chris. You heard me. The man I couldn't stand months prior, was now the man I loved. You're probably saying to yourself, I was a hormonal woman, carrying Chris's child, so of course I'd love him. No.

Just because I was pregnant with his kid didn't mean I loved him or was entitled to do that. Now that I've cleared that now you're probably stating my hormones are haywire. No.

I've been in love only three times in my life. The first was my first kiss and my junior high school boyfriend, Julian Jacobs. Wait. That was just a crush. Not to mention, I was in middle school. Nothing like young love. The second was my more official boyfriend that I broke up with last year, Freddie Dantes. Even his name still gives me the chills. Not just because of the way it rolled off the tongue, but the way we made love. Way off topic! Let's move on. I'm certain Chris has been my third and last. I know the symptoms of love.

Whenever he called or spoke to me, my heart went all a flutter and I became all tongue-tied. If he ever complimented me, I'd stare at the ground with that sweet embarrassment and blush the deepest shade of red possible. When he ever smiled at me, I just about melted like the Wicked Witch of the West did by water, except my weakness was the charm and looks of the God of Thunder from Down Under. Anyway, I had also begun doing the most middle school crushing thing ever: I began to write our names mashed together or my name with Chris's last name. Then final symptom, if Chris ever hugged me, wrapped his arms around my growing belly, or accidently touched me, I felt it.

Well, of course I felt it. I hadn't developed a disorder of the nerves. I felt it not in the usual way you feel physical contact day to day. I mean I felt a tiny spark. It wasn't enough to call it fireworks, but something was there. I didn't know what to do. I worried about the last part of SAD and the dates he had been on in the past weeks which would my confession awkward. I wanted to be with Chris. I just didn't know how to say it.

"Are you sure you don't need anything else before I head out?" Chris asked as I walked him out the door.

I replied, "Yes, Chris! Go follow the 'D' part of the guidelines of SAD. Also how is it going with Holliday?"

He smiled, "She prefers Holli by the way. It's going really well...I like her, Erin."

My heart sank. I wanted to say something totally different than what I ended up declaring, "That's awesome! I'm very happy for you,"

No! Stay with me. I'm love with you and remember I'm carrying your child, so dibs, is what would've said if I were insane. I wasn't. I was pregnant, but feeling couldn't suppressed. They were what they were and I wished for luxury of acting on them. I could only ponder that I had lost my chance because he did appear with glamorous Miss Holliday Riordan on his arm.

Chris sighed, "Thank you. Are you still good?"

"Fine."

"Are you positive?"

"Positive."

"Alright," he states. "How do I look?"

"Very dapper," I smirked.

He was wearing a black blazer, lavender dress shirt, black pants, and matching dress shoes.

"Good. Call me if you need anything or if something isn't right."

"Thanks, but I'm sure I'll be fine."

"See you later."

"Good luck with your date."