Falling Back to You | Benedict Cumberbatch ✓

chapter seven

❝I'm here for the girls, not you.❞

f o u r  m o n t h s  l a t e r  . . .

Scarlett's POV

It was one in the morning, and I was still awake. I was too busy trying to make my baby calm down. He or she, wouldn't stop kicking inside of me. All night.

"Come on... Please, I know you must like it but I don't so... just calm down..." I whisper to it and sigh. "Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool..." I sang and suddenly my door opens.

"Hey..." It was Paul. He stood by the door, rubbing his eyes. "Can't sleep?" He glanced at my bump. 

"Yeah... I don't know what it wants..." Paul walked over to me and sat on the bed. "The girls never did this..."

"Oh sis... I remember when you first found out you were having Christina and you would call me every minute to tell she had kicked." I smiled. "How are you feeling?" Frowning, I rub my bump.

"I'm, fine. Why?"

"It's been four months since the divorce and you're nearly five months pregnant. Have you..." He went quiet.

"Paul?" Taking a deep breath, Paul finally spoke.

"Have you, seen him?" He asked.

"Him?"

"You know... Ben?" I sigh.

"No. I mean, I'm... glad, but it feels weird you know. The girls ask about him and I don't know what to say. I thought he'd be trying his best to come over here, but I guess I'm wrong." I shrug and shake my head.

"Yeah... but, take it easy. You need to." He remarks. I tilt my head and lean forward slightly.

"Thank you... for staying with me." I grab his hand.

"No, no... you're my sister..." Paul pecked the back of the hand.  "... besides, I ain't got a girl yet." We both chuckled.

"Oh come on, as soon as you tripped and fell on Poppy's shoe, I think from there we knew that you'd never land someone!" Paul gasped.

"Thank you for hurting me sis!" We both giggled and smiled.

"I love you Paul... seriously, thank you." He sighed.

"You're welcome." Paul leaned back into the pillows.

"What you doing?" He faced me.

"I'm going to stay here and help you sleep." I scoffed.

"Paul-!"

"Nope, no buts or excuses. I'm staying here. No questions, no moaning. Just go to sleep or at least try." He smiled and pulled the sheets over him.

Although, I failed to sleep, even though my brother did.

I sat in bed, unable to find a good position to sleep, but also couldn't because my little baby had hiccups. I know she or he or whatever, was small, but in a few months, they'd be here.

Oh, I think I forgot to say, the next day, I had to drop the girls off to a party. And, I had to get out my maternity clothes, along with a long jumper or scarf, just to hide my bump since if I told anyone, I'd never hear the end of it.

"Really?" Rosie's mother asks me for the seventh time.

"Yes, we did." She sighed and I wrapped my jumper around me.

"And you didn't tell me four months ago? God. I'm sorry." I simpered slightly.

"You don't need to say sorry..."

"Mommy, mommy!" Rosie's daughter, Ana, ran up to us. "Look, Tommy did something funny!" She grabbed hold of Rosie's hand and pulled her away.

"I'm sorry, I'll be back!" Sky and her Mother giggled and I looked down, rubbing my bump lightly, before covering it up again.

I peer over at the snacks. Gosh, I was so hungry. Picking up a few marshmallows, I stuff them slowly into my mouth. Damn it, they were so good. Why did they have to be so good?

Hoping no one saw me, I kept eating. Although, I was so very wrong. Again.

"Scar... lett?" I hear behind me and I frown. I recognised that voice. Turning around, I immediately swallow.

"Ben?" I take a deep breath and clear my throat.

"I see you're hogging the marshmallows again!" He says, smiling. "You always loved marshmallows..." Licking my lips, I wrapped my jumper around me again.

"Yep... So, y-you good?" I ask him and he takes a sip of his drink.

"Yep, I'm fine. Y-you?" He questions me back, and I nod.

"Yeah, g-good." Before I opened my mouth to speak again, I was interuppted.

"Hey, Benny! Come in, they're about to cut the cake!" The woman squealed and rushed towards Ben, patting his chest and being all intimate.

Ben looked at me, dropping his head as his 'friend' pecked him in the cheek.

I thought he had moved on.

And I was definitely sure now.