My Childhood Friend

Chapter Twenty Five

© Yv Obregon, 2013

Cady

Another two months have past, now I'm three months pregnant with this little angel. We've been attending appointments since Conner doesn't want to miss anything. Well, Conner was being very sweet, gentle, possessive and very protective nowadays. He checks me every hour if I was doing fine, at least it wasn't every goddamn minute! He was being more paranoid than I am, he wouldn't listen even though I was already laughing at his frantic side. So now, I have decided to give him a day off.

I find him sitting on the chair in the kitchen, with his face on his hands. I approach him silently and caress his back.

"Honey, are you ok?" I whisper.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." He answers me with his tired voice, never looking at me and just waves me off.

I sigh, "Conner, I told you not to stress yourself out." He didn't answer or move. "Baby, look at me." I say sternly but still worried. He didn't look anyway.

"I'm fine, baby. Don't mind me, just go."

"You want me to leave?" I say in disbelief. "This is what you get for stressing out in something you shouldn't mind!" I am getting mad at him, really mad. I told him not to stress out and now he's brushing me off!

I hear him sighs,"Cady, I just want to rest. Don't make this a big deal."

"Now you decided to rest when that's what I wanted you to do for the past months, and not stressing out." I scoff while I lay both of my hands on my waist.

"Why is this such a big deal to you." He stands and walks way with his head down, not giving me an eye contact.

"Because I care, Conner! Look at you! You've loss weight because all you're doing is to take care of me! You forgot to take care of yourself!" I shout.

"Well, you should've taken care of me." He snaps, his back turn to me while he's gripping the counter. I was taken aback, but what he said just made me mad even more.

"How would I suppose to do that when all you do is to brush me off! You cant even look at me in the eyes!" I bite my quivering lip.

He lets out a deep breath, his tensed body relaxes, "are you hungry?" He whispers.

"Don't fucking change the topic, Conner!" I sniffle, he must have sensed that I'm in the verge of tear, because he turns to me. I gasp, as I see dark circles below his dark blue eyes, his pigment is pale. My eyes saddens even more, I look at him full of sympathy. I cant go near him, I'm still mad at him for brushing me off.

"Oh, baby." He pulls me close to his body and craddles me to his chest. "I didn't mean to make you cry, shh." He cooes while he soothes my back. I hug his waist, he's losing his sexy and healthy figure bit by bit. "I love you, baby. I'm so sorry." He hugs me tighter.

I sigh and snuggle closer to him, it really does feels different when you're talking to your partner, to someone you're in love with. You just cant stay mad at them because in the end, you know they'll be always on your side, you'll miss them every second of your life when you're not with them.

"Baby, please, stop stressing out."

"I'm sorry, love. I just cant help it. Maybe this is a late effect for what have I done to you, I feel like I need to do my job, the job I should've done all the years in the past, to check up on you and to protect you." He explains, then kisses the top of my head, I look at his eyes, all I could see is exhaustion.

"You're over thinking, Conner. You should've told me about this so we both can get through it. I'm your fiancee, soon to be wife. How can we say that we can live for the rest of our lives when we cant even cope in this kind of situation?" I whisper, "we're not yet even married." I sigh as I look down.

"We can, and we will live the rest of our lives, Cady. Never doubt us, I never doubted us."

"But that's what life's been showing me." I croak.

Conner cups my face, our eyes lock with each other. Even with his eye bags and pale skin, he sure is still look like a model.

"Baby." He snaps me out from fantasizing him. "I'm sorry for making you feel like this, for making you doubt us and for stressing you of me stressing out."

I sigh, "it's not your fault, Conner. I want this to stop, ok? Just promise to trust me."

He frowns a little, "baby, I trust you."

I smile, "kiss me." He inches closer, I could feel his hot breath fanning through my lips. I close my eyes and wait for his lips but nothing came, I peek and see him smiling down at me, I blush. "Baby, I said kiss me." I giggle.

"You're beautiful ever since we were kids." Then gives me a breath taking and passionate kiss, full of love and desire. I am safe with him, safe with his embrace. Our lips turn into a smile as we pull away breathlessly.

After our talk, we ate and had a bath together, watched different movies and just snuggled on the sofa. Conner decided to get out of the house to go to God knows where he decided to go. While slipping on my dress, I hear my phone rings.

"Hello." I say, as I zip the dress located to my left side.

"She's having it, now." Brian says breathlessly.

My eyes widens, "oh my god, ok, we're on our way. Just text me where you at."

"Alright, bye."

"Oh, and Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"Good luck." I smile as I hear his chuckle. I hang up and call Conner, I think he thought something different because he comes dashing to the room, panting heavily.

"What? Is it the baby? Are you hurt?" He checks my face and body, I giggle.

"I'm fine, we have to go to the hospital." He looks at me, confused.

"Why? Are you sure you're ok?" He panics.

"I am, it's Melissa." His features softens, then he smiles.

"Ok, let's go."

We walked out of the house, hand in hand. He opens my door side as I get in.

"Baby." He says, grabbing my hand.

"Hmm?"

"Don't call me like that ever again." I laugh. Yeah I admit it, I kind of called him like I am the one who needed his help, like I was in severe pain although I am very much and more than just fine.

"I am truthfully sorry." I kiss his cheek and he groans.

"I'm driving." He warns, I kiss the side of his lips.
"Cady." I giggle, I give his thigh a squeeze.
"Damn it, Cady!" He groans, half growls. I laugh and make myself comfortable on my seat. I see him shake his head.
"You are such a naughty girl, a very bad girl and you are mine." He entwines our fingers.

"I love you." We say in unison.

Now, I hope Brian will be just fine. Oh no, he's dead to my sister.

--Good Luck, Brian.--

Quote for this chapter: "Call me crazy, but I would rather be hurt than to see you hurt."