Just A Dream Turned Into Another Dream

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They are fully Disney's.

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Chapter 2

A few more tears fell before I sighed and hugged him.

"Okay. I'll marry you. But, there's no guarantee that I'll ever fall in love with you Nate."

"I know that. And that's okay with me."

"Nate?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You changed my brother's life. This is the least I owe you for that deed."

We walked back, but I was filled with doubt the entire time. Would he eventually one day regret this? Something told me he truly loved me and would never regret it, but I was still unsure. My baby did need a father though. He or she would not come into the world without one.

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I missed him. I didn't know how to get up the next day. I just wanted him. That's all. But he was gone. Forever. Forever seemed too long for me to bear. The funeral about killed me. I wouldn't have been able to get through it without my family and… his family. That was ridiculous! I couldn't even think his name!

Today was the day we were going to talk to the Grey's about us getting married before the baby was born. I was nervous. I just knew they would hate me for it. That didn't change the fact that I loved… their middle son with all my heart. I'd never stop loving him no matter what. Nothing could ever change that. Poor Nate would probably have a wife that didn't love him back for the rest of his life.

I got dressed and made my way down the stairs. Everyone had stayed for a couple days to help the ease the 'tragedy'. When would they understand that they could never do that? Nothing could make it better. The aroma of chocolate chip pancakes met my nose. Tears immediately came down my cheeks in floods. I rushed into the kitchen to see Nate cooking them. In no time at all, I was right beside him grabbing the pan from him and the spatula. He looked at me like I was crazy. I couldn't stop my rage from spilling over into sobs and screaming.

"Don't make these! Who do you think you are! No one makes these in this house anymore! No one! Don't you ever dare to make these again! Ever!"

I dropped both the pan and the spatula and slid to the floor, leaning my back against the pantry door. My face was in my hands as I cried harder than ever. Before I knew it, everyone had made his or her way into the kitchen to see what the commotion was about. Nate sighed and sat beside me, soon pulling me into his lap. I hit him hard with my fists on his chest over and over again, trying to get out of his grasp. Finally I got free. I ran out of the kitchen, out of the house, and I didn't care what they thought.

Only… he could make those pancakes in my house. No one else could. It had always only been him. When I was upset, angry, sad, or anything, he would make them and, miraculously, I would feel better in seconds of eating them. That hurt so bad smelling them. I literally felt pain in my chest. I felt like I was being suffocated with the familiar smell. Today was going to be so difficult. Maybe, just maybe, Nate would be okay with postponing that little meeting with his parents. I would appreciate it… a lot.

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"No!"

I raised my eyebrows, sure that my eyes were clouding over in a not-so-pleasant-darkness.

"And why the hell not?"

He diverted his eyes everywhere, determined not to look into mine.

"Nathaniel Grey, what are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing!"

I stormed up to him, about two inches from his now pale face.

"Yes you are! Nate, don't hide anything from me right now. I just can't handle that right now."

He put his hands on my shoulders and looked straight into my eyes.

"I kind of already told them."

What? He did not just say that! No!

"What!"

He held up his hands in a cautious way.

"I'm sorry, it slipped yesterday. But, they want to hear it from you."

"Why?"

"They want to see for themselves if it's really what you want."
I sat down slowly onto my bed.

"It's not what I want. It's what I need, what my baby needs. Need is the reason here; not want."

I saw his eyes fill with sadness and a dull sense of being crushed was the vibe coming off of him. I knew he had hopes that I would one day learn to love him like he loved me, but I just couldn't, not yet at least.

"Nate… I…"

He closed his eyes and put his hand up to face.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it. We both know and understand what we're doing. I'm fine with it. I promise."

"Nate…"

"No. I'll uh… tell my parents that you'll be there in a second. Hurry up."

"Fine."

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I sat down beside Nate at the kitchen table across from his parents, Denise and Kevin.

"As you guys already know, Nate asked me to marry him and I said yes. This is what I need to do. I really wish you would approve, but if you don't, I truly am sorry. You know I loved… him… and I always will. I'll never stop. But this is in the best interest of our baby."

Denise had tears coming down her face by the end of my little explanation.

"Oh, honey, we know. And we respect you for doing what you think is right. We're okay with this."

I nodded at her, but I was still a bit worried about Kevin's reaction. Before I had a chance to think the worst, he got up out of his seat and pulled me out of mine and into a huge bear hug. I could hear him crying and his body shaking.

"Sweetie, you'll be okay. I promise you that. God is there every step of the way. I love you and so do we all. We'll be here for you both, and you too Nate."

I sighed in sadness and hope at the same time. One day, maybe life for me could be happy again. My… I mean 'our' baby… would help me get through losing the love of my life; I had no doubt about that. At the moment though, going through all of this, I felt like my life was ending inside a world of hurt, but maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that I would be okay. I had the help of people that loved me to bits and that would love Shane and mine's baby. Wow, Shane and mine's baby. That hurt to think, that hurt a lot. But I think that I might be okay.

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