ALEX

UNSPOKEN

"Do you have your stuff bear," Chris's asks before I can rush over to grab my toothbrush from the bathroom.

I nod my head yes and continue on packing.

"Don't forget to get your bunny slippers either," he points out.

Chris has suddenly crawled out of his shell some days ago and now wants to acknowledge my existence. I don't think that he can hold a grudge, especially with me. It's like I'm his weakness or something.

"Working on it," I shout as I squat down to grab the slippers.

"Don't worry I've got it," he rushes to the floor as he grabs the slippers for me.

I feel like I am about to explode and I think that Chris can see it. "If it gets any awkward you let me know and I will come to your rescue," he kisses my lips as he helps me get back up.

I don't think that things will get awkward, its a girl's night out with Molly, Elliot, Edith, and me. What can be absolutely awkward about the whole thing?

Chris knows that I am anti-social so he's looking out for my best interest and of course for his unborn child that I am carrying.

"So you are guys going to Molly's house or renting out a place," he questions. He's been on edge now watching as I grab my hairbrush and make-up box. I've never seen Chris this bothered.

"I don't know hun," I answer as I walk past him.

Suddenly Chris's phone rings. He looks at me suspiciously and walks away in order to answer it. I don't question his behavior but instead, wait for him at the front door with my things all packed.

Minutes later he returns and grabs my bags. He doesn't seem like himself, I wonder what's wrong.

"Is everything alright," I ask him. I know that his mother has been bugging him lately about marriage since she doesn't approve of her son having a child without tying the knot.

"Yeah, everything is fine," he answers truthfully, or at least that's what I thought before he stopped in his tracks of following me outside.

I look over my shoulders.

"Will he be there," Chris ask.

Will who be there?

I am as lost as he is as I wait for him to be more specific.

"You've been crying his name in your sleep ever since we met," he continues on.

Now I am really lost.

"Chris what are you talking about."

I can see that he is conflicted within himself of whether or not he should share with me what's been bothering him.

"When we first met things were all about Alex, you'd be drunk and you'd talk about Alex but when you'd fall asleep you'd bring up Kit, and I honestly don't know where I stand," Chris vents.

My eyes open wide as I listen to him.

"I am fighting for your love between two guys who aren't even part of your life. It is wearing me down, I am trying my best to make you happy, to show you that I am all that you need but I'm exhausted," Chris sits the bags back down on the floor as he stares at me.

I am caught off guard by the matter and just stare. I had no clue that I brought Kit's name up in my sleep. It's crazy enough that I even bring Alex up when I'm drunk.

"You're mine, yet you're not. Yeah, you're having my baby but..."- Chris pauses, he bites on his bottom lip and places his hands in his pocket.

"Is Kit going to be there," he asks.

At least I know why he's been a bit pushy lately. Chris is really trying to make things work with me and it hurts me that I am not trying to ease the situation. I am a walking disaster.

"No," I answer.

Why would Kit even be around, the guy hates me enough as it is.

I walk to Chris in order to caress his cheeks. I want to calm him down and ease his mind. I tip-toe in order to kiss him. He does nothing and just stares instead.

"We need to communicate more instead of leaving things unspoken," I whisper in his mouth.

Chris wraps his arms around me.

His lips dive deep into mine right before he allows me to catch a breath.

"I don't want you to go...," he says.

I don't want to either.