Smile (Kris Bryant)

Chapter Thirty One| Phone Calls

Alexandria

As the holidays start to come around I learn two things. One, that Kris really does love them. Our house looks like a winter wonderland and Christmas isn't for another two weeks. But both of our families would be here for it so that should be fun. And loud. And two is that this baby is coming whether we are ready or not. I have a doctors appointment next week to find out the gender of this here baby, so life was coming fast. I went from not looking pregnant to there's obviously something in my belly really quick so I wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer.

Kris was out because he had to make a promo video for the Cubs next season. He's gotten a lot of popularity in his one season here and rightfully so, he's had great success in baseball and he hates talking about himself but he's hot and talented. People are going to want that. So he was put being awkward and trying to act while I try to lay low.

I walk around target looking for some baby things, get some ideas about what I'll need and what I'll want. I keep my baseball cap down because I don't want people to see me shopping for baby stuff. Some people know I'm with kris and one look at my belly they'll know. That would be the worst way for this to get out. But a lot of people don't know who I am and I wanted to keep it that way.

I wasn't sure if I wanted a boy or a girl, frankly I didn't really care. I just wanted to hold my baby then I would never let go.

While looking at clothes and other fun stuff my phone goes off in my purse and I dig around to find it. It was a private number and I get confused but answer it anyway.

"Hello" I ask.

"Hello, is this Alexandria Samuels" someone asks and I take a short pause.

"This is her" I finally say.

"I'm calling on behalf of Spencer Adams at the Chicago jail. He had requested to talk to you" the woman says and my heart stops.

"Why me" I ask.

"You're the only one he wants to talk to. And as soon as possible" she insist.

"Umm okay. I'll be there shortly" I say.

"Thank you" she responds before hanging up. I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in and start to panic. Behind bars he can't lay a hand on me, but he can still say some pretty hurtful things. I doubt he would do anything being watched and if I don't like what he was saying I can just hang up the phone. I wanted to know what he had to say but I call Kris first to see what he had to say about this. He never does pick up so I leave him a message about where I was and why. I tell him I'll be home right after and not to wait up for me if it gets late.

I drive over to the jail and they take me back to a stall with a phone and glass separating the two seats. I see Spencer sitting there and immediately regret it. I stand there for a second and take a good look at him. He looked different. He looked terrible. I kind felt bad but that feeling passes as soon as I remember all those times he was hovering over me spitting fire at me. Watching the blood drip off my limp body at the same rate the tears dropped from my eyes. All the sudden he wasn't looking too bad.

I finally take a seat and turn to him. He picks up the phone and I do too. I hear him breathe and it makes me feel like shit. I can still feel his breath on my neck. A terrible feeling I had all but forgotten about up until now.

"Hey" he says softly and I feel the tears start to build up. I felt so weak, like I couldn't do this. And I was right, I couldn't.

"Hi" I answer and he smiles.

"I've missed your voice" he chuckles.

"Why did you want me here" I ask not wanting to walk around this and he sighs. He looks down and starts to pick the paint off the table.

"Because I wanted to tell you that I was sorry. I know that doesn't help much but I really am. I had to go through rounds of therapy and I see how shitty of a person I was now."

"That's great to hear, I'm glad to know that you've gotten better. The first part of fixing a problem is admitting you have one and I hope you continue to get better. But I'm still not sure what this has to do with me?"

"I want forgiveness, I want you back. I want to make things right again. I miss the food you made, the meals here suck. I miss the sound of your vo-"

"The sound of my voice? Spencer the only time you actually listened to me when I was screaming for you to stop hurting me. Even then you kept on. You listened to me beg for you to stop hitting me. You choked me so I couldn't speak, so you saying that you missed the sound of my voice, that's complete  bull shit. I used to love you, but not anymore. There's nothing you can say or do that can make up for what you did."

"I know that. Every day I spend in this piece of shit it's all I can think about. And I can't fix the past. But I can fix the future."

"We have no future, Spencer. We never would have. We were engaged for years and we both know we would have never gotten married. And we won't."

"I see. I didn't expect you to want me back, I did some shitty things. And I know you think this was your fault, but it wasn't.  I wasn't in a good mind frame and I did really bad things to a really good person. I really am sorry. I just have one more question."

"What is it?"

"Are you pregnant" he asks and my eyes grow wide. Of course he's the first one to notice... who else would it be?

"I am" I tell him. Why am I telling him this?

"Who's is it" he asks.

"Kris'" I respond and he laughs.

"I figured" he sighs.

"I hope you know I never cheated on you with him. We worked out and had lunch but that's it. He's never done anything wrong in his life" I defend.

"He took you from me" he claims.

"He saved me from you. I never told him what you did. He figured it out all by himself because he wanted to help me. He did what I had waited for years from someone to do. And that was love me. You love the idea of me, but you don't love me. Not like you used to. Love makes you do crazy things, but to hurt the one you claim you love. That's not crazy, that's just stupid" I remind him.

"I know. It's just crazy that you're having a baby with him so quick and I was with you for years and we never had a kid" he shrugs and that's when I broke down. I feel a tear slip and throw my head in my hand. I hear him scoot closer to the glass and look at me closely.

"Wait... we had a kid, didn't we" he starts. I set the phone down and try to collect myself but I just couldn't. This is the one thing I cannot stand to talk about. And especially not with him.

"One more minute" someone yells out. I hear Spencer trying to get me to pick up the phone but everything went blurry. I quickly pick up my things and run out of there.

I drive home like a maniac and see Kris' car there. Thank god. I run in the house still balling my eyes out and find Kris pacing in the kitchen. He takes one look at me and rushes to my side. He pulls me into a hug as I sob into his chest.

"I called you back a hundred times, why didn't you answer" he asks.

"There's no service in there" I sniffle.

"Are you crazy? Why did you go" he asks.

"I don't know. I wanted to see him suffer. I wanted to know he was as miserable as he made me. But then he asked who's baby I was having and I said yours and he said he wish we had one and I broke down" I explain.

"Shhh it's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay" he whispers as he runs his hands through my hair.

"How do you know that" I whimper into his chest.

"Because we're together now" he says and I smile up to him. He wipes away my tears and I immediately felt better.

We spend the rest of the night watching movies and I forgot about what happened earlier that day. As long as I was by him I know I would be okay.