{a/n- I didn't think I was going to write a part two, but when I thought of the idea, I really wanted to. I asked around, and everyone told me to just got for it. So I'm going for it. }
*January 6, 2015*
Chester's POV
I weave my way through the crowds of people in the airport, dragging my suitcase behind me. My eyes scan for her, looking over the heads of everybody. Then I see her. She's near the exit, leaning against the wall. Her eyes are bright and her face glowing, Grace looks beautiful as always. Really the only difference is where her hands are resting. Not against her sides, like they used to, but on her stomach.
When she told me about the baby, I didn't believe her at first. I thought it was one of her jokes. But it wasn't. I didn't know what to say. I had just seen her at her book signing, and she hadn't seemed any different.
But now there's a lot of difference, even from when I saw her just before Christmas.
Grace looks over to the crowd of people I'm emerging from, and I rush to hug her. She wraps her arms around me, and I hold her close.
"I missed you." She whispers.
I kiss her gently, my arms resting on her waist.
"I love you." I tell her.
"I love you too." She answers.
I take the handle of my suitcase again, and slip my other arm around her waist. She leans in against me, just like always. I kiss the top of her head and take her out to the car. Opening the passenger door, I help Grace in.
"How are you?" I ask, starting up the car.
"Good. Everything's going how it should be. How are you?" She replies.
"Good, especially now I'm back in LA." I answer.
We drive a while, Grace's hand in mine.
"I saw you stopped doing Fridiary." I mention.
"Yeah?" Grace responds.
"Why?" I say.
"I just thought it was the right thing to do." Grace begins. "I have to think about the baby, and what's best for her."
"Her?" I murmur softly, my eyes darting to Grace's bump.
"Yeah." Grace answers, blushing. "I had the ultra sound done last week."
"We're having a girl?" I say in disbelief.
"We're having a girl." Grace confirms.
I look over to her, and see how proudly she's smiling.
"You're going to be a wonderful mom." I tell her.
"And you'll be the best dad." She says, kissing my cheek.
