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ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ᴛʜɪs:
"You're sure you wanna do this?" Melyssa asked with a concerned expression printed on her face. I shrugged carelessly.
I didn't know what else I could do. The darkness would eventually come to light. What would Chris be able to do, though? Tell me no? Tell me he didn't think it was a great idea? The overall decision was ultimately mine, even if he liked it or not.
"I feel as if it's the best choice, Lyssa. Honestly, I don't believe he'll be upset." I tried to reason with her and myself also.
"Well, I just want you to do what's best. It may not be what you want it to be, so don't get to upset." Melyssa suggested, holding her arms out for my embrace. I nodded my head and hugged her.
"Call me and tell me what the outcome was and how Chris took it." Alyssa walked out the house as I sat there contemplating about everything.
Christopher's POV
I dragged myself into the house, after long hours of conferences and studio work. Kicking my shoes off at the door and calling out to my baby, I made my way up the stairs silently.
I really felt guilty about leaving her home alone whenever I left. There wasn't much I could do, but drag her along and I doubted she wanted to attend any of those meetings.
Once I finally made my destination to the master bedroom, I examined her sprawled out on the bed. She glanced up at me and smiled faintly. My eyebrows furrowed as I strolled over to her.
"What's up, boo? How was your day?" I questioned, planting a soft kiss on the peak of her skull.
"It was okay. I've just been thinking about a lot." I spotted a tear flowing carelessly down her cheek. She scrubbed it off and caught me off guard when she suddenly clutched onto me.
"Come on, baby. Just tell me what's up. I don't like seeing you cry." I explained as she persistently sniffled into my shoulder. She mumbled something, but I couldn't comprehend it. "What?"
She finally sat up straight and repeated what she said previously. "I think I'm pregnant, Chris."
I didn't say anything. I didn't make any noise. I just thought. How the fuck was I gonna take care of a child? I was barely at home with her, so when was I going to be able to be an actual dad?
"Fuck." I mumbled, once I gathered all my thoughts.
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I'm just actually thinking about this whole thing."
"Fucking asshole." She muttered, as she left the room.
I sighed, following after her. "Just because you hear me say something you don't like, doesn't mean I don't care. I'm just finding my own way to process this."
"You're acting like it's the biggest disappointment ever."
"The baby is the least of my concern. I know you gone do what you gotta do. I'm only worried about myself. Of course, I'm taking care of my responsibilities, but I'm already stressing over my work schedule now, so what the fuck am I going to do when the baby get here? Or when I gotta go on the road?"
"Can we make it work when it comes? I just wanted to share some news with you that I thought you'd be happy with."
"I am happy, come here." I assured, wrapping my arms tightly around her and resting my chin on her head. "I got us. No doubt."
∞ (edited 07/10/17)
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