Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 117

(So, I think I'll update this sporadically, as inspiration comes, if that's okay with all y'all. I'll try to keep updates on Saturdays, as that's the scheduled upload day.

Reference to Colby's video: Truth or Drink **Sam and Colby Exposed Badly**

Juliet is maybe a couple months along at this point)

Juliet's POV:

I sat playing Walking the Wire on piano and singing along.

Colby knocked on the door and I stopped and stared at him. "Yeah?"

He smiled. "Hey. How are you today?"

"I'm good. Can I help you? I was sort of practicing for a video."

"Oh. Sorry. I was just wondering if you wanted to join for a video."

"What video?"

"Truth or Drink."

"Like tea or something?"

He started laughing and shook his head. "No, alcohol. I'm kidding, babe. But Sam and I are going to be doing a Truth or Drink, so if I do get seriously drunk, I just want you to be aware."

"Well, I appreciate it, but just try not to get too drunk, okay?"

"I don't know if I can promise that. I don't know what the questions will be."

"Right, well, just don't be an idiot."

He kissed me. "I'm already your idiot. That sounded great, by the way."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. How's baby Ellen?"

"She's good, I think."

"That's good to hear. How are you doing?"

"I'm all right. Being pregnant kinda sucks."

"I wish I could help."

"You already do by just being with me."

He kissed me again and rested a hand on my stomach. "Be good for Mommy, Ellen. All right, Jules, I'm gonna do my video. You let me know if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded. "I will."

Colby left and I was once again left to myself. I resumed my piano playing and it soon turned into a lullaby version of Carry on Wayward Son, which didn't surprise me.

I'd been obsessing over Supernatural soon after I started it. I knew the show was ending, but still had numerous episodes to go. I was mid season 13.

I continued playing Carry on Wayward Son and singing.

That night, Colby came into our room and slurred, "So, I'm drunk."

I stared at him a moment. "That much is obvious. Come on, let's get you some water and rest."

"No, no, I'm fine."

"No, you're drunk. Have you eaten anything?" He shook his head. "Okay, I'll bring you up something and some water. If you have to throw up, do it in the bathroom. I don't wanna clean anything up, because I'll probably get sick, and we'll have an even bigger mess."

He smiled. "Juliet, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire world, and I'm glad you're my baby mama."

"Uh, I'm gonna get you food and water. Lay down."

I went downstairs and made him up some broth and got him a glass of water.

When I returned to our room, he was fast asleep, so I left the broth and water on his nightstand and took my guitar from the room.

I went downstairs to play some music and found myself crashing. I set the guitar next to me and closed my eyes.

I felt warmer and slowly opened my eyes to see Corey covering me with a blanket.

"Thanks," I said softly.

He nodded. "You're welcome. Sleep well, Juliet."

"Yeah. If Colby doesn't see, tell him he's got broth and water on his nightstand."

"I will. Did you want me to put your guitar away?"

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." He picked it up. "Night, Juliet."

"Night, Corey."

Once again, my eyes closed and I fell into a peaceful sleep.