Cristiano's Craving

Forty Three

Rose

"What is that good ass smell?"

The first to enter was Gage.

My eyes widened as I gazed at him. The man hadn't really changed besides shortened hair. His grey eyes struck at me as they locked eyes with mine. My breath was stolen away as my heart thumped hard against my chest.

He wore a plain, pine grey shirt with some tracksuit bottoms. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"Holy. . ."

My fingers fidgeted around with each other under the table and I offered him a small smile as he continued to intensely gaze at me.

"Hey. .Gage. ."

I stood, beginning to walk to the man who was staring at me in utter astonishment. As soon as I wrapped my arms around him, I felt warmth. It took a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back.

"I missed your protective ass," I whispered, holding onto him tightly as I tried not to cry.

"Rose," he breathed out, hugging me. He pulled away and met my eyes, his eyes filled with shock. "W-What are you - how did you-"

"Gage, the-"

Then Genevieve entered, standing on her own two feet which surprise me. She had changed so much from the woman who was laying in a coma for a year. Still, she was magnificently beautiful. Her long hair was in a high ponytail and she wore a floral, tight, long dress that showed off the bump.

The bump.

She was pregnant.

She had a ring on her left finger too.

What the actual hell?

You leave for a year and-

He's changed

So, so much

I nervously smiled at her. "Hey, Genevieve. You look so beautiful with that dress," I complimented her with a smile. She looked at me in shock before parting her lips, about to respond until the door opened and Tori entered.

"Oh my gosh! Rose!" She practically screamed, running to me and jumping on me. I was utterly shocked and didn't expect her to jump on me. I fell back into the floor, holding back from crying out from the horrible pain stinging me from the painful bruises on my back.

"You're back! Wait. . .how are you back?"

"Well, come off me and I'll explain," i muffled out, my voice muffled from her hair. She moved off me, a wide grin on her face and held me up. I smiled at her, about to reply until the door opened again.

"So, I gotta carry two babies and holy shit!"

Then there was Dax.

Holding Mira. An older Mira.

And a newborn.

"Rose!"

"Dax!" I laughed back as his wide eyes stared at me. He spluttered, the two children in his arms holding him back from moving.

"Holy shit! Rose! I would hug you but-"

"The last time I smelt paella this food was then-"

"Rose!"

"Jordan!"

"Rose!"

"Jordan!"

"Rose!"