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chapter forty three ~ the one with the 'l' wordHeather's POV

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chapter forty three ~ the one with the 'l' word
Heather's POV

As soon as Monica let slip that Ben was at her apartment, I rushed over there because I hadn't seen the little boy in ages. I had come clean to Ross about how I sometimes babysit for Carol and Susan, luckily for me, he was fine with it. I thought he would be annoyed because if I was looking after Ben then it would have been a chance for him to see his son, but he reminded me that he worked out time frames between the two women and if I was looking after Ben during Carol and Susan's time then everything was fine. He also found it nice that I was babysitting for free, simply because I enjoyed looking after Ben and only asked for help with some reading materials in exchange for my service. Something that wasn't so nice, I was avoiding Nick, the fact that he had said that little phrase was now engraved in my mind and I couldn't help but worry about it.

To calm myself down, I decided that I would just pretend that nothing had happened and just act as if he had never said the phrase to me in the first place because if I thought about it for too long then I felt sick and could potentially vomit everywhere. Nick was a nice guy now that I had gotten past the rudeness of our first meeting, he was funny, intelligent and handsome; I enjoyed spending time with him but we were supposed to be taking things slow and the fact that he had said this phrase to me before we had even kissed, didn't sound like we were taking things slow. I hung up the phone with Monica and grabbed my belongings, hoping to spend the rest of the day with little Ben and to just forget my relationship troubles for one afternoon. But luck wasn't on my side and as soon as I opened my front door, I was staring at the person that I was trying to avoid.

"Heather?" He asked softly, obviously shocked that we had bumped into each other. "I've been trying to call you."

I tried to look surprised. "You have? I'm so sorry, I've just been so busy-"

"You don't have to lie to me." Nick interrupted, looking serious as he spoke. "I know that I freaked you out the other day and I wanted to apologise. We said that we were taking things slow and I shouldn't have just dropped something as important as that onto you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologise."

Nick shook his head. "I want to make it up to you, how about we go out for dinner tonight? I know this really nice Italian place that just opened, my treat."

He hadn't said that phrase to hurt me, he said it for the opposite reason, he said it because he meant it and I could feel myself agreeing to a nice dinner with him because that felt like the right thing to do. I couldn't say no to him and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as I thought about spending another night with him; talking to him and getting to know the real Nick, the one that no one else knew apart from me. I hadn't told my friends that he had blurted out the 'love' phrase, they didn't need to know because I knew that if I told them, they would warn me about this new relationship. They would tell me that he isn't the right guy for me because he's rushing this relationship but that isn't true, Nick meant what he said and if we carried on this pace then I could feel myself saying it back to him.

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