My Badboy Husband (On Hold)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Shh.. Not now. We can talk about it in the morning.

Isabella's POV

He stared at me wide eyed and shocked as I stood before him. The look of disbelief and confusion plastered across his face. After all I don't even blame him. I probably would have reacted the same way as well if a pregnant woman with puffy, red, teary eyes just randomly showed up at my apartment door with a bag of clothes in her hands.

"Hey" my voice came out low and hoarse from all the crying and yelling. "Can I come in?" He looked at me hesitantly for a split second before a soft smile played across his lips as he stepped aside to let me in. As I stepped  into the small room I instinctively look around.

It was not very big nor very small. The familiar scent of him immediately hit me like a ton of bricks the exact second I stepped inside. The soft moonlight that shun through the small window brightened the room perfectly, while complimenting the furnitures as the light beams bounced off the wooden walls.

I stood in the center of the room awkwardly unsure of what to do or say to him. I turned around to face him with a soft smile.

"Is everything okay?" he asked taking a seat on his bed before motioning for me  to take a seat. I sighed deeply dropping the bag to the floor before sitting next to him.

"Not really" I confessed feeling as my eyes threatened to water again as I began to replay everything that's happen throughout the day. I don't want to cry in front of him, all I wanted to do was try and control my feelings just for a few minutes to talk to him but my heart and body didn't seem to want the same things as mind. It's like I was in an internal battle with myself and I didn't know which side to choose. "I just don't know what to do anymore" I confess blinking quickly to hold back the tears. "Everything is becoming too stressful "

"Off all things I really don't think stress is what you need right now, you know.. Since. . Your.. Um.. " he trails off his eyes shifting from my face to my stomach as a small blush formed on his cheeks.

"Since I'm pregnant" I finished for him with an amused smile.

"Yeah.. That" he replies his blush becoming even deeper.

"Your afraid to say the word pregnant " I almost laugh feeling my spirit immediately lift as I stared over at him.

"I'm not afraid" he defends cutely with a frown.

"Then what"

"It just makes me.. Uncomfortable " he says avoiding my gaze. A small moment of silence passes.

"wow" I smile widely.

"what?" he questions confused

"Oh it's nothing " I smile innocently. He shakes his head before he playfully rolls his eyes at me."....... Pregnant "

"Oh my God" he sighs as I burst out into laughter. My voice echo's around the room as I lay on my back in a fit of laughter before he joins in laughing as well. Both our laughs become even louder making it feel almost impossible to stop as we both kept adding onto the joke making it even funnier.

Everything after that just felt insanely  nostalgic as we started reminiscing and talking about random memories from our childhood. All our favourite old songs, the places we use to hangout,  even the pranks we use to pull on our parents whenever the community held their annual picnic at the park close to where we use to live.

The feeling of laying next to him laughing like this made my insides warm up and I'm forced to remember how everything use to be between us. Everything before his parents died, before he stopped coming to school, before he saved me from Jane... Before he tried to kiss me. I wish I could travel back to those good old day. Days were he was just my best friends.