Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tiana

My heart was heavy, when I pushed the front door open and stepped inside of the house. I could hear the laughter coming from, the kitchen. I wasn't in the mood for company.

I don't even think I could face, Tristan with this guilt on my chest. I suddenly felt cold. A lump formed in my throat, as many possibilities ran through my head. Tristan would probably leave me.... besides, I purposely tied him to me. I smiled sadly, that's what he is probably going to think.

My knuckles turned white at that thought. I banged my head, against the door.

"Babe?"

I jumped at the sound of Tristan's voice. I quickly brushed the tears away angrily. "I'm going to go lie down for a bit. I'm not feeling so hot right now."

"Is something the matter?"

Yes. "No of course not."

Tristan closed the door, he then turned me around. I kept my gaze on the floor. I didn't want him to see, my bloodshot eyes and the forlorn expression on my face.

He nestled his nose, in my hair. "I missed you."

I choked on my words.

Gripping both, my shoulders he moved his hands up and down in a soothing manner. "How did the appointment go?"

Tristan hooked his thumb underneath my chin. I screwed my eyes, shut I really didn't want him to see me like this. I wanted to push him away and make a run for the stairs.... but I couldn't.

Tristan has been so kind and patient with me and I've been.... the worst girlfriend in the history of girlfriends. I keep on jumping to conclusions and I keep on taking out my anger on him.

The thought of him, leaving me because of this foetus, that was growing inside of me... scared me to death. I don't want to hide it from him but at the same time. I don't know how I was going to breech the subject.

"Your eyelashes are wet, were you crying?"

I shook my head. "Something was in my eye and...."

His grip on my chin, was bruising.

"Ouch... you're hurting me." I whimpered.

Tristan's gaze was searching. Concern marred his features. "What happened?"

"Nothing. It's just been a long day and I'm just tired."

Tristan still didn't look convinced. He pushed a wayward strand of hair, behind my ears. Even though, I was wearing a pair of four inches stilettos, I was still too short.

Tipping on my toes, I pressed a kiss to his lips. Tristan wrapped his arms, around my middle. One kiss to the lips and I was putty in his hands. I caressed the nape of his neck. He rests his forehead against mine.

"I'm fine."

"Please don't shut me out, okay?" He grasped both sides of my neck.

"I would never shut you out." Liar! That's what you're doing right now! I bite down on the insides of my cheek. Tristan pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Okay. Go rest up. I'll let you meet my friends later on tonight."

"Okay." Patting him on the chest, I stepped away. Tristan ruffled my hair.

Pushing my hands in my pocket, I stalked up the steps... with my guilty conscience.

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