Golden (book 3)

A civil talk

Zara's p.o.v

I rolled over to feel other side of the bed is empty, If that moody little shit got up and left I will kill him.

Although I didn't see him leave, I didn't fall asleep until five this morning. I check the digital clock beside my bed. '2:30pm'

That's why.

I throw the duvet covers off my feet and get up grabbing my house coat. all this arguing and bickering is making the baby hungry as my stomach began to growl.

I walk into the kitchen to see a sleepy patrick on the couch with Alf up beside him stroking his ears now and again. I made my entrance known by yawning.

"Hey babe." patrick smiles at me like he didn't say that my mother hates me.

"Hi." I said going over to the kettle.

I heard him sigh, I know he's trying but he needs to learn he can't speak to me like that.

"Um my moms coming over in fifteen minutes to chat about baby stuff and stuff." Patrick says.

"Why would we be chatting about baby stuff and stuff?" I asked him. also I didn't get a lot of sleep last night so I am in a worse mood than I needed to be in.

"Well... me and my mom were thinking. Okay we were only thinking.. that maybe when you have the baby it should stay with her for a while." Patrick says walking into the kitchen with Alfie following his every move.

Did he really just say that?

"Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore of an asshole." I said to him pushing past him and getting the milk from the fridge. "You and your mom arranged this behind my back, Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"Yeah I do, But babe this baby is coming between our relationship and we can't bring a baby into an unhealthy enviroment when all we do is argue and bicker and nag at eachother. Look I don't want our relationship to end, I want us to rebuild it." Patrick says. Yes he has a point but that's our baby I'm not giving our baby away.

"No! I'm not giving our child to your mom. It's our baby, we made it. If we are going to work our way through this we are going to do it as a family!" I shouted at him. He rolled his eyes like a teenager.

"Yeah but what happens when it's all too much? The arguing, the screams of the baby and then we are separated, I'll probably end up turning into an alcoholic." he says seriously and that's when I started to chuckle.

"What?" He asks.

"You'll turn into an alcoholic? That'd be the best thing that could happen to you since your always in a great mood when your drunk. I think I'd prefer you like that!" I said back to him continuing to make my tea. "and how dare you two think of this without involving me. No we are not giving the baby to your mom, end of. If you don't like you know where the door is."

Patrick looked down at the ground and then we heard a key turn and soon enough Patricia's head popped around the door. "Hello lovebirds..." she trailed off when she saw my glare and Patrick's sad expression. "Bad time?"

"Actually no. It's a good time because I'm going to go back to bed so you and Patrick can plan stuff behind my back like taking our baby." I smile at her falsely.

"So you heard?"

"I heard? Yes I did. What the hell were you two thinking? I'm not giving my baby to no one except to patrick when it cries. Got it?" I say. Patricia glares and puts two hands on her hips.

"And just who do you think your talking to?" She asks.

"I'm talking to you and him-"

"Okay ladies stop it. Mom she's not giving you the baby simple as now let's just leave it there." Patrick says holding me back a bit.

"Fine. This was pointless, Patrick love call me later." Patricia says storming out of the apartment. Patrick walks around the other side of the table and sits down.

"What?" I ask as he stares at me.

"I don't think you know what way your talking to people."

"And?" I ask.

"It's horrible. Look I know I said some terrible things last night I didn't mean but to take it out on my mom when she was just suggesting something. When she was considering giving you a break." patrick said.

"Behind my back?"

"Yeah because we knew you'd react like this. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going out." he says getting up and grabbing his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Out!" He shouts slamming the door after him.

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"The number you have dialed cannot. E reached at this time. Please leave a message after the beep."

Beep.

"Patrick where are you? This is my 25th time calling you and it's now half eleven at night I'm worried baby, I'm sorry. Just come home please. I love you." I say into the phone sniffling and wiping my eyes.

He's been gone all day and has not answered his phone once. He's constantly hanging up or going straight to voicemail.

Just then I heard the door unlock and in came a tired looking patrick with red looking eyes as if he was crying.

He looks straight into mine with a begging look. "hey." he whispers dropping his keys by the door.

"I called you a couple of times." I said softly.

"I know." he replied in the same tone with his hands in his pockets standing at the door.

"Trick, I'm sorry." I said. "My moods are getting worse and I'm constantly saying its you. Im blowing up at the worst time possible like today to your mom. baby I'm really sorry."

He smiled softly at me and nodded staring at his feet. "And I'm sorry for saying that thing about your mom hating you and for going behind your back with my mom saying that we should give up the baby. On my walk i realised that if we are going to get through this, the solution is not giving up the baby, the solution is working it out and that's what I want." Patrick smiles. I nod my head and get up. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "I hate it when we fight." he whispers.

"Me too." I whisper back crying into his shoulder. "I love you so much."

"I love you too Z."

"Where were you?" I asked him.

"I was with my buddy pete from work, I saw how he was with his baby and his six year old son and that made me realise that I can't just give our baby to my mom." he said running his hands along the bottom of my back. I hummed soothingly while patrick rubbed the end of my back where all of the pain was.

"Is your back sore babygirl?" Patrick asked. I froze suddenly. Never has he called me that, I broke from our embrace and gave him a weird look.

"Babygirl?"

"Yep. New name babygirl." he said. "or princess."

"Princess sounds weird." I chuckled.

"Yeah I know, babygirl it is." he said kissing my head. "Come on and I'll massage your back."

"Your the best."

** sorry it's a small chapter I was working away studying guys, I probably won't be able to update for the next three weeks since I'm going to be super busy with exams and everything but thank you for being patient.

I love you all, Becks xx**