The Boy Next Door.

Forgiveness

Chapter 16:

Xaviera's POV:

I wake up to Hayden rubbing my belly softly. I stir and turn around to face him. His face was beaming with such a happy smile that makes my heart flutter fast. He is honestly the most handsome, cute, sexy, hottest man I've ever laid my eyes on. I wish he could be mine. I wish we could put everything that's happened behind us so we can just be a couple already.

"I'm so sorry for waking you, I just couldn't help rubbing your belly. The baby was kicking against my hand," Hayden smiles. I let out a little laugh and smile back at him.

"It's okay, I wish I didn't miss it. I love that feeling," I admit.

"That was my first time feeling it, it's the best feeling I've ever felt," Hayden confesses. "Our little baby, making themselves known." He pulls the duvet cover back and places his lips to my belly, gently kissing all around the curve of my bump. I grin happily and trail my fingers through Hayden's hair. We both let out a gasp as the baby starts kicking again. We both look at each other and giggle with excitement. I don't think I've ever seen him so excited before, he's even giggling!

"They love their daddy and wanted to kiss you back," I say, stroking his soft cheek.

"I love them too," he whispers. He looks back down at my belly and kisses it again and again and again. "I love you so much, baby, you're the best thing I've ever done. I cannot wait for the day I meet you and can shower you with real kisses." When the baby stops kicking, he reluctantly stops kissing my bump and sits back up in bed beside me. "Did you sleep okay?"

"I was out like a light; I was exhausted after yesterday. Thanks again for letting me stay here, and everything you did for me yesterday. It means so much to me that you're always here for me no matter what's going on between us," I tell him, wrapping my fingers over his.

"I'm always going to be here, no matter what," he promises, squeezing my hand tighter. "I'm always going to love you, Zavy."

"Hayd-" I start but he interjects me with, "Look, I know you probably don't want to talk about our fight yet but can we please discuss it now. I want to clear the air and sort out us. I want to know if there is going to be us." He looks away from me as he says the last part and I see his lip quiver slightly.

"Okay, let's talk about it. I don't want us to keep these unresolved feelings for much longer either." I sit up in the bed with my legs crossed and face him. Hayden does the same and we both hold each other's hands, gazing into each other's eyes.

"I'll start," he begins, "I am honestly, with my whole heart, sorry for what happened the other day. I know when I went back over to you after that girl kissed me that you were pissed off. I shouldn't have made you angrier and more upset by going off with her for the whole day, trying to make you jealous. That was extremely immature of me, especially when it was your first day back at school after being out for so long. I did keep an eye on you throughout the day but that's still not enough. I should have stayed with you like I wanted to and been the bigger person. I'm sorry for everything and how I treated you. I'll never play with your feelings again like that, I promise."

"Thank you for that," I reply. "I'm also sorry for assuming straight away that you wanted to kiss her or did something to cause her to kiss you. I would like to blame my hormones because you know how they make me, I become irrational and jealous when I shouldn't. But I shouldn't use that as an excuse because I need to learn to reason with myself first before I go taking it out on other people. I knew you didn't want to kiss her; I saw it in your face that you were shocked and angry, I even saw you pull back. So, I'm sorry for presuming and taking my jealously out on you when you did everything right in that situation. I'm also sorry for the absolute fuck up I did when trying to explain the whole Lane thing to you. It came out completely wrong and I hope you know that. You know I don't wish the baby was his. I couldn't ask for a better father for my baby, you are the sweetest, most protective guy I know." He gives my hands a squeeze when I say my last sentence.