Forever and Always (Chris Lanzon fanfic)

Goodbye again

Sorry for the short chapter.

I was three months into pregnancy and had been staying in Sydney or a while. Chris and I had slightly patched things up and decided to be just friends.

He was very overprotective of me now that I was carrying his child, he always was.

We were driving back from the doctors check up and were almost home.

Suddenly I feel a jolt in my seat and realise that the car behind us had crashed into the back of Chris's car.

The driver immediately got out and came over. "I'm so sorry! There isn't much damage but I'll pay for it all!" The man apologises.

"That's ok," Chris forgives him.

"Here's my contact details, call me when you want to sort out the insurance," the man informs him.

"Ok thanks, dive safely," Chris says.

As soon as the man walks away Chris immediately turns to me. "Are you ok? Are you hurt? Are you-"

"I'm fine," I breathe out. I hadn't realised but I was clutching my small baby bump.

"Are you sure?" He asks frantically.

"Yes, can we just go home?" I groan.

"Sure," he replies before starting the engine up again and carefully driving home.

When we get home we both walk upstairs to my room. "Wanna watch a movie?" I ask.

"Yep, you chose," he answers.

I get my laptop before scrolling through Netflix and putting on a random movie, which turned out to be mean girls.

"Hey Sam,"

"Yeah?"

"You are SO fetch," he says in a girls American accent.

"Oh god here we go," I mumble.

"Hey, I'm not sure if your ready but can we tell the fans?" He asks.

"Yeah, if you want to," I answer.

"Really? Only if you're ready," he asks.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I tell him, "how are we going to tell them?"

"Stand up," he tells me and I do as he says, "lift up your shirt."

He takes out his phone and takes a picture of me looking down at it. And posts it with the caption "my two angels ❤️👶"

He posts it and suddenly comments start flooding in telling us that they were excited and that we were going to be really good parents.

After a few movies, I was ready to pass out. "My car is out of gas, do you mind if I crash here tonight?" He asks

"Yeah, that's fine," I answer as I get up to get some blankets so he can sleep on the floor. I only have a smaller bed here because my big one is in Queensland.

"No here let me," he says as he pulls the blankets out of the closet. I hand him a pillow that he always used to use.

"Thanks," he says before turning off the light and getting under the blankets or his makeshift bed.

"No worries," I yawn.

"On a scale from one to ten how tired are you?" He asks

"I would say a solid seven," I answer.

"Ok go to sleep then," he tells me.

"Kay, night," I say

"Nighty night,"