Destiny & Distance

66°

Christopher was supposed to arrive today around 4PM, but it was already 7PM and still, no sign from him, at some point I panicked, I think anxiety attacked me, I started googling if there had been any airplane crashes in the last hours and -thankfully- I didn't found anything, after overthinking almost every single damn thing, I decided to brush off my thoughts and try to convince myself that he's only delayed.

Since Dodger won't leave my side, I decide to walk him around the hill we live in, just like I've done in the past, when he realised we were going out, his tail started to giggle all around, I just love him so much. The weather was nice, almost perfect for me, it was chilly, the street was really lightened, I also saw some paparazzi going after a couple -but I swear, I don't even know who they were-. By the time I was walking back home, I was really hoping to see Chris there, but still, no sign—I grabbed my phone and went through my contacts, finding Scarlett's number in it, but after thinking it a little bit more, I decided I shouldn't call her because of this, Christopher is an adult, right?

I got rid of my shoes and poured water into Dodger's plate, then walked to the kitchen to have water for myself, when opening up the fridge, I found a jar of pickles -that I certainly didn't bought- and this weird feeling possessed me, I sat on the kitchen island and started to eat the pickles as if there was no tomorrow, I even wanted to drink the water of the pickles, gross, I know.

After some minutes of almost emptying the jar, I look down at Dodger who's waiting for me to pet him, I stand back on my feet and put the jar in the fridge, planning to walk to the backyard and probably play with Dodger, but my planes changed when I felt the huge urge of vomiting, I walk -almost run- to the guests bathroom because the urge was so immense I don't think I'd made it on time if I had gone upstairs—the rest is history. Surprisingly, after vomiting, I felt as if anything went wrong, as if I wasn't nauseous moments ago, so I finally go upstairs to brush my teeth, Dodger wouldn't stop following me around, I look at the time, almost 8PM by now, I'm getting bored of wandering through the house -big enough for two-

—Come downstairs with me, Dodg.

He follows me straight to the living room, I grab the remote and palm the place besides me, motioning him to lay down there, of course he does it.

—What would you like to see? -I ask the dog who's looking at me with his huge puppy eyes- A dog movie? A dog movie is it

I look for The Lady and The Tramp on Netflix and play it, not only do I love Disney movies, but this one has got to be one of my favourites. Thirty minutes into the movie, a voice makes Dodger and I jump

—Hi -a mainly voice makes us fright-

I instantly turn around, Dodger leaves my side to jump into Chris' lap, who is standing there with a bouquet of yellow tulips and a basket, he smiles at me but I couldn't smile back, my emotions took control over me. Not only was I feeling angry, but also, relieved, happy to see him standing there, healthy from head to toes—my first reaction is to stand up and punch him a few times on his chest as my tears ran through my cheeks.

—I hate you, I hate you -I repeat while bumping my palms into his chest- how could you do that? I was terrified something might have happened to you!!!

—Babe, babe, calm down... What happened? -he makes me tilt my head up- what happened to you?

—I thought-I thought something bad happened to you, I was preoccupied -I whimper, burying my face in his head, he doesn't answer but kiss the top of my head-

Seconds later, I take a deep breath to look him into his eyes

—I'm sorry, I don't know why I was so afraid -I admit- I'm sorry I bursted it out on you

—It's okay -he soothes me- but afraid of what? I'm right here

—Afraid of losing you, forever. -I shyly admit, he leans his head back and laughs-

—This fear of yours with planes... Babe, airplanes are safe, I've done a lot of traveling in it for years now and look at me, I'm okay

—I am... Hormonal? I don't know, I don't want to excuse myself over that, but you've traveled before and I've been okay with it

We walk to the kitchen with Dodger following our steps, he leaves the basket on top of the counter top

—I think you're just... pregnant -he chuckles thinking it was authentically a good joke-

—HA HA, pretty funny -I mock him-

—How's my baby? I haven't said hello since I came here -he says, walking near me, kneeling down to my stomach level- hi there, it's your pops here—just reminding you that you're loved out here! We can't wait to meet you

—"Your pops here?" -I mock him- what kind of shit is that? You're embarrassing the baby -I joke-

He chuckles and hands the bouquet to me, I can't help but blush, not only because of his romanticism but because of the way I received him, the same was kicking in.

—These are for you, I was planning something more romantic but ya know -he giggles-

—Thank you, Chris -I shyly grab the bouquet, admiring it- they're beautiful

—I saw them and it reminded me of you -he says-

—How come?

—The color of 'em, they're vibrant and so are you, I think yellow is your color... But also red, if you know what I mean -a smirk forms on his lips, making me chuckle-

—I can't help but fall in love with you

—Then I'm doing it right -he goofily says- I also brought dinner, that's why it took me so long to come home

—Really? -I ask bemused-

—Gabriela Montero, you're going to have a picnic dinner date with me tonight, at our backyard

—Can you be any more perfect, Christopher Evans? -I lean in to kiss him-