Note: I didn't write this, credits to the writer
Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worst. You've been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you've decided that you've had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn't want to let you go; he doesn't want to give up on your marriage.
Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?
Warning: Fluff
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Happy at last.
You stood by the door of the brand-new finished room of your brand-new home. You smiled, shaking your head when you thought about how Chris convinced you that moving to an even bigger house was a good idea. It all started with a compromise, something your husband and you had learned to master to perfection.
Despite your first apprehensions, you fell in love with the house the moment you saw it. You absolutely loved it, but not more than Chris, and definitely not more than Dodger. Your dog was for sure the most excited one about the new house, and you smiled as you remembered him running everywhere, enjoying the backyard for the first time.
You loved the backyard too, but your favorite room was this one, the one you were standing in right now. It wasn't the biggest, you weren't even done with the decoration, but it was the room that brought you the most joy.
"How are my two favorite girls?"
You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the amused smile. You leaned into your husband's embrace as he hugged you from behind. You stood there together, gazing at the nursery.
"I told you a hundred times, it's a boy," you said
"Tell your mama she's wrong," Chris said, gently touching your bump.
It happened during the past summer, in Paris. At least, you two agreed on that. The fact that you weren't even trying to get pregnant made it more special. After your return from vacation, when you'd started to get sick, Chris was the first to suspect pregnancy. You laughed at his face, convinced that it couldn't be, but after he insisted, you took the pregnancy test. You didn't even do it seriously. It was just to prove to him that you were right.
You will never forget your face when you discovered that you were actually pregnant, simply because Chris recorded it.
His new hobby was to record everything about your pregnancy, from your bump evolution to the routine Ob-Gyn visits.
"Seriously, I'm sure it's a boy," you repeated, turning to face your husband.
He raised an eyebrow. "the same way you were sure that you weren't pregnant, right?" he asked you.
You shook your head. Chris was so proud to have spotted the pregnancy first, and the fact that he won that 'argument' boosted his confidence about everything concerning the baby now. One lucky guess, and suddenly your husband thought he was the baby expert.
"You know what, we'll find out that I am right in just a few hours," Chris added.
That was the primary reason why you decided to organize a gender reveal party. You two didn't really care if it was a boy or a girl, it was going to be your kid, and that was the most important.
The reason you invited your family and close friends to share the news was so the loser would publicly face their defeat.
You just wanted to be right because you were both competitive, even when it came to your baby's gender.
"I hope you have your camera; I will need proof when I tell our son that you were wrong," you said.
You heard your husband laughing in your back as you walked your way downstairs.
Hours later, you were surrounded by Chris's family, your best friend, and Brooke, who was in Boston for a few days.
Your face was sore from the smiling and the laughing. It felt so good to be surrounded by people you could trust with your happiness. People who were happy that you were happy. People who were there for you. It just felt good to be around your people.
"So, how is it going at the studio?" Brooke asked you
You smiled, thinking about the kids you grew to love so much. You absolutely loved teaching ballet to children, and you couldn't wait to be able to go back.
"I miss them so much. Chris convinced me to stop last week," you said. "It was either that, or he'd come to every class with me, and you know how kids act around him."
Brooke laughed, and you followed. Despite the annoyance, you couldn't help but find your husband's new overprotectiveness adorable.
But the annoyance came right back when you caught Chris's eyes on your glass of champagne.
You only had time for one sip before he was next to you and took the glass from your hand.
"Oh, common Chris, the doctor said one glass was okay!" you protested.
"Yeah, I don't think so."
You frowned and turned to look at Lisa for support. "Please tell your son I can have a glass of champagne."
His mother tried to tell him that back then, casual drinking was okay. Chris didn't want to hear anything, so you found yourself with a glass of apple juice soon after.
Despite the apple juice and Chris telling everybody that you were having a girl, the party went well. Of course, you felt a little bit guilty for doing this without your mother, but for your defense, she declined the invitation to come.
You called, thinking that telling her that you were pregnant was going to be the olive branch. It wasn't. After a few seconds of silence, your mother told you that you owed her an apology because you disrespected her when she was actually right since you took her advice and got pregnant. Again, not your words, hers.
Somehow, you needed to hear that to finally realize that you were done trying to fix things with your mother.
Some things couldn't be fixed. They needed to stay broken. Your relationship with your mother was one of these things.
But then, there were things that you could fix, not by gluing the broken pieces together, but by building something stronger. Something that would be strong enough to resist any breaking. Your marriage, your husband, and that child deserved to be fought for. Always.
When it was finally time to discover the gender, you looked Chris in the eye. As your family was counting for you to pop the balloon, you were sure of one thing. You were going to love that child more than anything, through anything.
You were going to be the best mom ever, the mom you wished you had growing up. And you knew that Chris was going to be the best father too.
That was your thought before the popping. But then you and Chris popped the balloon and were submerged with pink confetti.
"You gotta be kidding me!" you cried out.
You looked at your husband, shaking your head at his happy face. You couldn't hide your smile either, as you kissed your husband.
You hugged everybody present, Chris, by your side. You were not disappointed with having a girl. Actually, you were excited about having a mini-you, even though seeing how things were going, you were practically sure by now that she was going to be a daddy's girl.
"So, Chris was right?" Scott said, amused
You rolled your eyes. "Actually, he wasn't. That was pure luck. He based his prediction on an Old Wives tales form he found online."
"Nope. It was father's instinct," Chris said, kissing your cheek. "Don't be a sore loser, baby. You will be right next time."
You smiled. It was on.
