The Playboy's Baby (Will be Edited When I'm Done)

Chapter 22: Take A Chance

A/n Chapter 22 Finally. Here you have it. Sorry for the delay. I will try to upload sooner next time. I have been sick with a cold and attending matters on my house since my parents are busy and I am left babysitting yay. So there you have it sorry for the delay.

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Chapter 22: Take A Chance

Holly’s Pov

On Monday morning when Blake came to pick me up for school, I stare at him as I walk to him searching for some sort of sign of him been different again but instead I was surprise to see a smile spread across his lips as his eyes watch over me.

“Hi.” I said founding myself smiling back at him as tingly sensation went through my body with feeling of happiness.

“Hey.” he said as he reached out and bring me over to his arms and hug me which puzzle me.

Reluctantly I reached out slowly and hug him back by laying my head against his shoulder and smile the warm feeling of been hug by him, “Does this mean you are not mad at me anymore?” I couldn’t help but asked helplessly.

He move me back so his eyes locked with mine face to face, “I was never mad at you, Holly. If I acted like a jerk this weekend it’s because I was been a jerk and you didn’t deserve that.”

“Really.”

“Yes, after all we are friends and the last thing I want us to do is been mad at each other for no apparent reason.”

I nodded at that agreeing with him. It was true I didn’t want him to be mad at him or him been at me with no reason or explanation. “I agree.”

“Great. Now get in the car, shorty, or we will be late.” he said as he reached out and pinch on the nose like the Blake I knew.

I smile happily to myself and walked to the other side of the car and step in. Shortly, he pulled out the drive away and drove toward the school. I found myself staring at him once more and smile.

“What?” He asked as his eyes travel toward me and stare back at me.

“I am just curious. Were you mad at the fact that I was planning to ask you to the dance or that Austin asked me?”

He breathed heavily as his eyes went back to the road, “Actually I knew that sneaky bastard will ask you sooner or later.”

“Don’t call him that. That’s rude.” I said while softly hitting on the arm.

“I never say that I was nice to begin with.”

“That’s not true, Blake. You are a nice person.”

He laugh a little at that unexpectedly and catching me off guard, “Really. I am not.” he said in a hard to believe tone then asked amuse, “Just wondering, why do you think that I am a nice person?” His eyes shifted toward me in curiosity and wonder as he stop the car at a red light then lift an eyebrow which made him looked a handsome devil, “Well tell me. Why do you think that I am nice person?”

I smile at him then lay one hand on top of his, “You didn’t asked me to get an abortion.”

“Well, I am not a killer, Holly. Ending a life that’s growing inside another human being is a gift, a miracle and a blessing. It shouldn’t be treated like it’s curse or worse.”

“True.”

“What else?” he asked as he started to play with my fingers.

“You have come with me to every doctor’s appointment so far, you are helping me with the dance, you are a nice brother to Sammy who loves you very much, and somehow between all that you have become my friend and stay by my side since then.”