Ambrollins : Be My Baby

Chapter 31

Seth POV:

Taking a quick, scorching hot shower, I tie my hair in a bun and look at myself in the mirror. "I have to do this!" I repeat and clench my fist tightly, trying to keep my mind from focusing on the end goal.

I keep repeating what I have to do over and over again in my head. I grab sunglasses and slip them on for purpose before making my way downstairs. I try to calm myself as I spot my grandpa in the living room, talking to someone on the phone seriously.

I hold the railing for support and lean against it, pretending to look casual. "Well, g-grandpa, I want to buy an expensive necklace for AJ to present to her at the wedding. I-I think it will be a good start for my relationship with her.." I babble after his conversation on the phone is over.

He glances at me up and down, trying to figure out my body language. To be surprised, he nods his head slowly and lets me leave. He is rather strange sometimes, so he is still a puzzle to me.

As I pass over him, he stops me in my tracks and walks over to me. My body stiffens as he comes near me, but I struggle to keep in the mind of my usual character and show myself relax.

He stands in front of me with a doubtful look. "Can I stay here without any frustration? I mean.. you don't betray me, do you?"

I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head, wrapping my arms around him. "My marriage will happen as your choice. I'll repay you for everything you've given to me.." I mumble against his chest and blink the tears away that form in my eyes. Now everyone would understand why I wore sunglasses.

"I think I have too much works to take care of. So you may leave.." He says and pats my cheek, pulling me away from him. He urges me to return as fast as possible and waves his hand at me.

I sigh and take slow steps to the car, thinking about my decision once again. As I'm about to get in the driver's seat, Akam stops me and gets in the car. I get confused about his behavior, so I glare at him and open my mouth to say something.

The words halt in my throat when I hear a brief conversation between my grandpa and Rezar as they make their way toward me. I can understand why Akam is in the car now. They make sure that I'm not running to Dean!

I smile softly and get in the backseat, trying to hide my emotions. As the car starts to move, I signal Rezar to blare the radio in an attempt to stop me from overthinking. I don't wanna plan for anything. I will be spontaneous. I will follow my heart this time, so I don't mess up anything.

When the car stops in front of a jewelry shop, I get out and make my way inside. They follow me and let their gaze glue to me, so it's difficult to escape from here, but I have my ways. I sneaked out of my room at night many times to drive to a concert without my parents knowing, so I would do something.

I let out a sigh of relief when I get out of the shop without getting into their eyes. I can't spend too much time here, so I look around and run on the pavement, calling for a cab.

When I reach the location where Dean is, I look around in disgust. The place turns out to be a lounge more than a decent bar. Plush black leather chairs surrounded by shiny, marbleized brown tables while extravagant chandeliers provided dim lighting with some subtle red hues.

My eyes do the roundup of the room before falling on the lone figure that I'm looking for. I silently make my way to the stool next to his, plumping down onto it. "Hey," I mumble, managing to exceed a whisper.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, as he notices the worry in my face. He places the bottle of beer on the table and grabs my hand, soothing it.

"Never better." I bliss and blink the tears away, trying not to break down. I can't control the emotions that flood through me, so I grab the beer and chug down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the bottle on the table.

Dean POV:

When Seth feels my gaze bore through him, he tilts his head to look at me in the eyes. Engulfed by the sea of emotions in his eyes, I can't get any words past his lips. He intensifies his gaze and stares away, brooding over something.

I look at him for a few seconds longer, waiting for a reaction. I can see the look of hurt in his brown eyes mixed in with the emotions that alcohol brings out of him. I need to know what is bothering him because seeing him quiet makes me feel sick.

He looks around the bar uncomfortably and stumbles on his feet, glancing at me. He curls his fingers around my forearm and forcing me to get up, "Come with me.."

I shake myself out of his hold and pull him against me, not wanting him to fall. "Where do you want to go?" I ask and caress his cheek, trying to comfort him. "What happened?"

"Dean, please. Just... Let's go somewhere, all right? Let's get out of here, and I'll answer anything you want me. Just come with me. Please." He tries to be persuasive through his eyes. He wants to take me away from here, explain himself, let me hear him out. He wants to lose himself in me that he doesn't do before.

He gets the keys from me and slips in the car, motioning me to step in. It feels comfortable more than anything. He massages his temple with two fingers and glances at me now and then as he drives the car somewhere.

I place my hand on his thigh and give it a firm squeeze, making him remember that I'm here for him. I want him to share his emotions with me because I have the right to. I will make him feel good and keep him away from trouble.