You And Me Against The World | ✅

Chapter 91

Oh my God! I'm going to fall. My baby... please, dear God, protect my son. I try to hold onto something, anything to stop myself from falling but it's too late. I'm already falling. I brace myself for the impact and close my eyes. But I never hit the ground. Instead two strong arms wrap themselves around me and push me back up. I open my eyes and turn around and see Tobias's frightened face inches away from my own.

"Tris," he breathes out shakily.

"Tobias, thank God. I thought I'd fall down," I say and tears rush to my eyes. He pulls me into his arms and I start crying. I could have hurt my baby, just because I didn't pay attention where I was going. What kind of a mother am I? Tobias whispers soothing words into my ear, telling me I'm fine, that he got me. Thank God for that, because otherwise I might be lying at the bottom of the stairs and my baby might be hurt. When I calm down enough I pull away a little and look up through a tear curtain.

"Don't cry, baby. I'm here. You are fine, our son is fine. Please," he begs, his voice soft and filled with worry.

"I'm so sorry, Tobias. I should have paid more attention. Instead I stormed out and ran up the stairs."

"Come on. Let's go home. I'm not in the mood to go to any party," he says sternly. Me neither. We walk up the stairs, Tobias's arm securely around my waist and him keeping me close to his body.

Once we are inside our apartment we go sit on the couch and I snuggle close to my husband. He wraps me in his arms where I always feel safe and he whispers to me how much he loves me and our son and that everything is alright now. Our quiet moment is disturbed when Tobias's phone rings. He groans and looks at the caller ID.

"What?" he says unfriendly when he picks up. "We're at home. No, we're not coming. Because my wife is in distress and we don't want the baby to get hurt. Bye!" he yells and hangs up angry.

"Who was it?" I ask and wipe the last tears away.

"Just Zeke. He wanted to know if we go to that stupid party," Tobias answers and puts his phone on the end table.

"I know I said we would go, but I'm not in the mood," I tell him.

"Me neither. It's just a party. There will be plenty more. Our priority right now is little Baby Eaton," he says and rubs my belly. I smile at him. Just then the baby kicks and we both laugh.

"Seems like he agrees," I say.

"Do you wanna go to bed?" he asks.

"Let's just stay here for a while. But let's turn off the phones," I say. "I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone tonight."

"Okay. Let me just text Dwayne and Connor and let them know we aren't coming and that our phones will be turned off."

"Sure, do that." I get up and walk into our kitchen and make us some hot coco. I ask Tobias to put in a movie that we can watch, but tell him nothing scary or too exciting. He nods and rummages through our movie collection. Once I'm done in the kitchen, I return to the living room with two mugs and Tobias puts in the movie. It's a romantic drama and I really appreciate it, since I know he isn't into this genre. We sit on the couch cuddled together under the soft blanket and sip our hot beverages.

Halfway through the movie I stop watching and start thinking of my fight with Christina. I hate fighting with her. She is my best friend, but she drives me nuts. Why would she think Will is cheating on her? He is a stand up guy that never once left me the impression he would seek another woman. Every time I see him he has heart eyes when he looks at her. It's almost disgusting. And it infuriates me to no end that she would not listen to me. First she seeks my advice and if it's not what she wants to hear she just goes ballistic. What the fuck?