A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 4

That night I was so eager to get to bed that I don't even think I watched any TV or videos on my laptop after putting the boys to bed. I simply drank a glass of water, told Bobby I was going to bed, and started immediately changing into my pajamas, as if I really needed to.

When Bobby came in, about two minutes after, I didn't jump him. I let him change before he met me at the end of our bed. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. Normal husband-wife things.

But he stopped at that kiss, he pulled away. I pushed back onto him, sitting on his lap on the end of our bed. My legs were around his, and I was sitting facing him. The only space we had was from the bump of my stomach. When I brought my hands to the hem of his shirt, he pushed them down and said, "Okay, I think we should go to bed now."

And with those words and that one sentence, whatever had been keeping me from getting angry the past week broke and I blew up. I got off of him and just started walking out of our room.

"Hey," he whisper-called behind me.

I was about to storm out the door when he caught me by the wrist. I hated it when someone grabbed someone else by the wrist, even in books or movies. The wrist just felt like they were holding them there to hurt them somehwere else. To slap them across the face or to kick them in the shin.

So I started pulling my arm like crazy.

"Stop, baby," he said.

"Don't 'baby' me," I replied, slowing my pulling away of my arm.

"What's up with you? I thought we were gonna go to bed, and then you just try to walk out without saying anything and you won't answer me. Are you okay? I know you don't act this way even if you need to puke. You seem to only act like this is when you're sad or angry."

"I'm fine," I said.

"You're mad at me," he said. He was still holding my wrist.

"Shut up," I said quietly.

"Will you talk to me about it?" he asked.

"We're gonna wake up the boys," I said and started pulling at my arm again.

"Hey, stop it," he said. "Listen to me."

"Don't treat me like a child," I replied.

"Don't act like a child," he said.

I sighed and stopped moving my arm chaotically.

"What did I do?"

"You can't just tell me you won't have sex with me, then suddenly try to take me right by our kid, then decide that you don't want to have sex with me again. I swear, you just want to make me sexually frustrated," I said.

"Babe, it's not that I want you to react. It's an impulse. You know how hard it is for me to cut us off while you're pregnant? It's so hard. So hard to do. But I know that it's what's best. You know that, too. I know you want to... you know, and I do just as much as you do, but we can't. I slipped up today, and I shouldn't have. If I wouldn't have seen that thong though..."

"If you wouldn't have lifted up my skirt..." I answered.

"Okay. Point made," he said, "Are you mad at me?"

"A little," I said under my breath as he finally let go of my wrist.

"Why?"

"Because I still can't do anything," I answered.

"You can go to sleep with me. And I'll go to sleep with you. We'll have a peaceful night, okay?"

I nodded.

"And once you have that baby, I promise I will fu-"

"Language!" I cut him off.

"You're the one who's angry about it... I'm just trying to let you know what will come. For sure," he answered.

"Bed?" I asked after a pause.

He pulled me closer to him by my waist and kissed me for a minute before answering, "Bed."

I smiled at him before he shut off the light and we both made our way to the bed in the complete darkness.

I was almost there when I stubbed my toe and shrieked as quietly as possible.

"Are you okay, hon?" Bobby asked as soon as I made a sound.

"Y-yeah," I said before taking short, fast breaths because of the pain.

I practically collapsed onto the bed, and immediately Bobby turned on his lamp.

"Let me see it," he said.

I kicked my foot over by him.

"Does this hurt?" he asked as he moved it slightly.

"Yeeees," I answered.

"I don't think it's broken or anything, but I'm sure a kiss couldn't hurt it, huh?"

"Don't kiss my foot," I said.

It was too late, he kissed my toe three times and I smiled at him.

"I don't want to kiss you now," I said.

"I only kissed your foot, and now you just won't kiss me?" he asked. "It was your foot!"

I sighed. "Let's go to sleep. I hope I don't need to cut it off or anything," I said.

I pulled my foot away from him and stood up, peeling the covers off the bed. I laid down, waiting for him to shut off the lamp.

He eventually did, and soon after put his arms around me as usual.

"Bobby?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What?" he said eagerly.

"I like you. Like a lot. I think I've had a crush on you ever since you and my brother started hanging out."

"Well, Christina, would you like to know something?"

"Hm?" I asked eagerly.

"I like you a lot, too. I've had a crush on you for a looong time, and I might even be... in love with you," he said.

I smiled. "Well, isn't this a fortunate event? I'm quite sure that I'm in love with you as well," I replied.

He kissed my cheek and said, "I love you, Christina."

"I love how you say my name," I said.

"Christina, Christina, Christina. I love saying your name. It's almost impossible for me to not smile when I say it," he replied.

I was silent then, hoping to actually sleep. Eventually I did fall asleep, and I vaguely remembered hearing an, "I love you," whispered in my ear.

***

I woke up at 6 AM to Ness crying.

Bobby's arms were still around me pretty tight, but loose enough that my stomach wasn't be pushed on necessarily. I pried at his fingers before he finally woke up and moved his arms.

"A little early, don't you think?" Bobby asked, referring to Ness.

"Well, it's Ness," I muttered and got up.

I just rocked him and gave him a little milk and he was asleep again. Maybe it was a nightmare or something.

When I came back, Bobby was in an extremely deep sleep, surprisingly. And even more surprisingly, he was laying completely on my side of the bed.

I pondered whether I should wake him up, just sleep on his side, or get up for the day. I guess I could sleep on the couch or something, too.

So, I laid down on the couch and thought about how he could've just started laying on my side once I got up. Did he just not move back over once I left? Did he lay there on purpose, and he was pretending to be asleep? Did he simply roll over? Did he miss me enough in those fifteen minutes that he had to sleep there for a bit?

I thought up every explanation I had before falling back asleep.