Perfectly Undone

Chapter 33|| Definitely Not Ready

Normally I wouldn't be freaking out. Normally I would sit at my computer and look at the blank document in front of me. Let's just say today was completely different, I was freaking out for a completely different reason.

A black ring box. It was velvet and it definitely looked like it was housing an engagement ring. I was trying to think of all the reasons why there could be a black velvet box sitting in Bry's drawer. I was trying to clean to get my mind off of the speech I was supposed to be writing. Yet again, it was a blank screen and I couldn't think of anything to write. Which was stupid because I already was writing something for my stupid professor. Like dead ass, a lot of pages. But nope, here I was sitting down on the bed with a velvet box in my hand.

I couldn't open it and just look because what happens if it wasn't even for me. What happens if it was his ex's and he was going to propose to her and not me. I guess I shouldn't care because we're dating and have a child on the way. So why break up with your girlfriend if she's carrying your child? Why am I like this? Five minutes had passed and I was still sitting on the bed with the black box in my hand. I didn't know what to do at this point in time because what happens if it really was a ring? What happens if he actually was going to propose? I couldn't just ruin the surprise of things.

Suddenly the front door opened and I heard Bry mumble curses and then things fall out of his hands. Hopefully food because I was starved. I quickly threw the box back into where I found it and looked at myself in the mirror. The shorts I was wearing weren't cute and the top I was wearing was one of Bry's graphic tees. That's the only thing that looked good on me in my opinion. I looked huge in my opinion but it had only been three months, at least that's what the doctor said. So I was just going to go with it. Sure I wasn't actually showing quite yet, but it felt like it. A whole hell of a lot.

"What did you drop?" I asked walking into the kitchen.

"Just a bag of groceries, don't worry. I got it cleaned up."

I nodded my head and looked in one of the bags. A huge box of brownies was in one of the bags and I was way too excited when I picked them up. "You want to make them?"

I nodded my head, "Yes. I do." 

We got out the bowls and ingredients. I started mixing things together and all of this was making me happy. He was smiling at me and being all cute, "Are you going to let me mix?" He got the bowl from me and took the spoon. "Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'll let you lick the spoon if you let me put it in the pan." Bryant deadpanned.

"Did those words really leave your mouth?"

He nodded his head and kissed my cheek, "You bet they did."

I rolled my eyes as he continued mixing the brownies. Watching him made me think how good of a dad he'd be. I knew I thought of it a lot, but he would be. I cared about everyone and everything. He never raised his voice and he never was scary. If we had a little girl she'd be lucky to have him as a dad. He'd spoiler her to death and never let her forget that she's his little princess. If we had a boy Bry would be amazing. I bet he would teach him about football and how to treat girls right.

He handed me the bowl and the spoon, I gladly licked the spoon and enjoyed every bit of it. He put them in the oven and walked off to our room. I started washing the bowl and spoon but then I heard his footsteps come back into the kitchen. I lifted my head and his eyebrows were furrowed. He tried saying something but nothing left his mouth. He pointed towards the room and clenched his jaw.

Shit. He must've known I saw the box.

"What's wrong?"

He still had his mouth wide open so I walked over to him and kissed him. Make him forget that I saw the box, great idea on my part. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my waist towards him. I snaked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He finally pulled away, "Don't do that. Were you going through my stuff?"