The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

I promise

Siana's P.O.V.

I woke up to something unusual, which was Hunter not laying in bed next to me. Instead, I smelled bacon being cooked from downstairs. Charlie took his spot as she lay there on her side, staring at me.

“Hey girl,” I smile at her tiredly, going to scratch her behind the ear.

When I stand up from the bed, the legs of my sweat pants go from being bunched all the way up, to falling past my toes. I feel my back aching horribly, and my head felt woozy, but I proceeded to go downstairs to find Hunter cooking at the stove in his pajamas, dancing weirdly to whatever music was playing from the radio. I smile, watching his jump around, in what he thought was dancing, until he turns around to face me.

“Oh,” He grins, holding a spatula in his hand. “Good morning, beautiful.” He greets me, walking over to kiss me good morning.

I see him wearing the stupidest apron ever that read ‘kiss the cook’ and I laugh, giving him a quick kiss back, just because of the apron. “Good morning.” I say, hugging him.

“Siana, I love you, but I can’t wait till this baby’s here.” He says, looking down at my belly that was creating distance between us.

“I know,” I sigh, putting a hand to my baby bump. “I feel the same way.”

He kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry, just like, two months now. I think?”

“Yeah, something like that.” I say, just dreading the thought.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, holding me as close as he possibly could.

“Don’t be,”

“But-”

“How about we just eat? I’m starving.” I say, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

He quickly pulls his arms from around me and scurries to the stove, cooking whatever food he had in the pan. I wait at the table, watching as he pours pancake batter into a pan and cooking it. After a few long minutes of silence, he talks.

“So, when is Caroline coming over?” He asks, taking a quick glance at my confused expression.

I look over at the calendar, groaning as I realize we had made plans for Caroline to stay the weekend with us, since she was finally getting out of the hospital.

“Um, I’m not sure. Actually, she could get here any-” I pause, realizing that the front door had just open. “Second.” I finished, smiling at the short brown haired, green eyed girl who peaks her head in the front door.

“Siana? Hunter? Are you guy’s home?” She asks, not even noticing the two of us in the kitchen.

I look at Hunter, and he was smiling at her.”Hey Ro, come on in.” He says, loud enough for her to hear.