Chapter Twenty-Five

Cole

Isabel ran into the room with tears in her eyes.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Ya,"

"Then why are you crying?"

"These are tears of joy, which I never do but, Grace is pregnant. I got told to only tell you and no one else." Well I guess he didn't use the condoms I got him for his birthday, but Sam was going to kill me. I never slept with Grace but last night I got accused of sleeping with Grace. I didn't sleep with Grace, I didn't.

"Cole," Sam yelled. Here we go again. Sam barged into the room not even noticing Isabel.

"Sam I didn't I swear." He grabbed the collar of my shirt and picked me up off the bed.

"Did you? Did you really?"

"Sam I wouldn't do that to Grace, were just friends that's all."

"What are you accusing him of?" Isabel asked prying Sam's hands off my shirt. I fell onto the bed and caught my breath.

"Grace and I haven't tried in a while so I didn't get her pregnant. He was talking to her about pregnancy yesterday," Sam yelled.

"Really Cole, why would you do that?" Isabel asked putting a hand on her hip.

"I didn't, I assure you I would never do that. I love you Isabel and I like Grace like a friend." The anger in Sam's eyes lowered when I said I liked her like a friend. "Also, you sleep with her every night when would I have a chance to sleep with her?"

"While I'm at work," he shrugged.

"I didn't, Sam I know that's what I did when I was, OMG its Cole St. Clair, but now Isabel and I are a thing, I wouldn't do that."

Sam sighed, "I'm so sorry Cole I was just confused about Grace being pregnant." Sam sat down and put his head in his head.

"Sam!" Grace yelled. Sam pushed off the bed and patted out of the room.

"Wait, you need a little time to yourself with him." Isabel said pointing to me.

"Thanks Isabel." Sam said leaning against the wall.

Grace

I threw up again, oh I hate being pregnant. Isabel ran into the bathroom and rubbed my back

"What are you doing here?" I asked feeling light headed.

"Cole needs to talk to Sam." Sam is probably furious at Cole because of their conversation last night.

"Put me in my wheelchair." I demanded. Isabel picked me up and put me in my wheelchair. I wheeled to Cole and Isabel's room and stopped outside the door and listened.

"Cole I'm not doing what is right for Grace, right?" Sam asked.

"What do you mean? Grace looks healthy and happy with you." Cole said.

"No not that, I don't know if Grace wants the baby, and I don't know if I want a baby now that we have one."

"What are you waiting for?" Isabel whispered in my ear.

"Shh, I'm listening to their conversation." I whispered back.

"I know you will want a baby, trust me it might be really fun." Cole said excitedly.

"You would be the last person I would guess to be that educated about that," Sam said.

"What you don't think I do my research?"

"No, but most famous people don't look up baby 101."

"So sorry but I just want what's best for Isabel and Grace."

"Grace? When did you become so concerned in her?" That was enough Sam was just so stressed that he couldn't help it. I barged into the room and Sam and Cole's face went shocked.

"First Sam, why can't Cole be worried in me I'm worried about him and everyone in this house and Cole, Isabel and I are pretty capable of taking care of babies."

"Babies?" Cole gasped.

"No," I yelled, "No twins just a statement, is this better? Isabel and I are very capable of taking care of a baby, right Isabel?"

"Well I don't know if I'm having twins yet. The first time went they couldn't make out how many I was going to have. Cole we are going to be wonderful parents, Grace and Sam will be wonderful parents too." Isabel said walking over to Cole. Sam put his arm around me in the wheelchair.

"Sorry," Sam whispered. I kissed his nose and he smiled at me.