Author's Note: LOTS of thanks to Heather for her help with this chapter ...
*hugs Heather* ... hope ya'll enjoy ...
Chapter 33: The Reason
Heather looked up at him with complete fear in her eyes. Why the hell was he here? To take her back with him? Oh God. She took a step back as he took a step closer to her. Sure, she missed him, she didn't miss the way he had treated her, she missed the Brock she saw on TV. She was going to turn around and run until he grabbed her elbow roughly. Heather's eyes closed quickly as she waited for him to hit her. When he didn't she sighed in relief. Brock released her arm, which surprised her. "Heather," he sighed. "Look, I just wanna talk to you," he finished softly. Heather was in complete shock, he had never talked to her that calmly in forever. She didn't know if this was just a game he was playing or not. But, by the way he talked to her, it seemed as if he was serious. Heather looked up at him, completely confused, "What do you wanna talk about?" He sighed heavily and looked down at her, "I want to apologize ..." Before he could finish, Rae's voice yelled from down the hall, "Heather!" She and Amanda ran over to their friend. Amanda wrapped her arm around Heather's shoulder as Rae glared at Brock, "What the fuck are you doin here?!" Brock swallowed and then looked at Heather, "I should go." Rae nodded, "You're damn right!" Heather turned around and glared at Amanda and Rae. They saw the look on her face and they both looked confused. "What the fuck did you do that for?!" She snapped. Amanda and Rae both looked at their friend shocked. Was she serious? Rae was the first to speak, "What are you talking about?" She tried to keep her voice calm. Heather scoffed and crossed her arms. "He said he wanted to talk." She said simply. Heather sighed as she watched Brock leave. Amanda looked at Rae, watching as Rae closed her eyes and swallowed her anger. She opened her eyes and looked back at Heather, "And you were actually gonna listen to his fuckin lies?" Amanda looked at Heather as she removed her arm from around her shoulders and Heather stepped toward Rae. Heather shrugged. "So what if I was?" Rae scoffed, "Are you insane?! You couldn't possibly forgotten what that worthless FUCK did to you!" "I didn't forget, but, guys, what if he really wanted to talk?" Heather asked anger no longer evident in her voice. Amanda shook her head and looked from Heather to Rae, then back to Heather, "After what he did to you, you actually think he wants to talk?" Heather shook her head and sat on a nearby crate. She put her head in her hands as she started to cry. Amanda walked over and rubbed her friend's back, trying to comfort her as Rae pulled out her cigarette pack. She groaned when she realized it was empty. She whipped it against the wall, then walked over to Heather, "Chica, we just don't want you to get hurt again." Amanda nodded in agreement with Rae, "She's right Heather." Heather nodded. "I know," she said softly. "Why cant I get him out of my head?" Amanda smiled weakly, "You love him." Rae rolled her eyes as she packed a new pack of cigarettes. "Why do I need to love him?" Heather stood up. Rae put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, "Fuck if I know." Amanda shot a harsh look at her, "You're not helping anything." Rae shrugged, "Just statin my opinion," she said exhaling a cloud of smoke. Heather looked back and forth between both her friends. "I'm tired, can I go back to the hotel?" Rae nodded and looked down at her watch, "Yeah, let's get the guys," she stated without removing the cigarette from her mouth. Heather nodded as she and Amanda followed behind Rae to the locker room.
John sighed and looked at Rae as she and Heather got settled into the room they were going to be sharing, "Rae, come get a drink with me before you spend the night in here," he said, playfully pouting. Rae smirked and looked over at Heather, "You gonna be okay while I'm gone?" "No." Heather said sarcastically. Rae rolled her eyes, "Smart ass." Heather smirked. "Gee, thanks." Raechel smiled at her friend, "Be back later," she said as she and John walked out the door of the hotel room. "Yea later." Heather said as she sat on the bed and pulled out her book. Rae popped back into the room, "No guys young lady," she said jokingly before stepping back out of the room. Heather smirked and stood up, looking out the door. "Do you think that Matt Morgan is on this floor?" She asked with a smirk. Rae turned around and smirked before she nodded. "Yea, look." She said pointing over to where he was standing talking with Mark Calloway. Heather looked over and blushed before slamming the door. Rae and John laughed before walking off down the hall.
Heather shook her head and laughed before walking over and sitting down again. An hour later she heard a knock on the door, she looked at her watch before standing up and opening the door. Heather stared up in shock, "Brock? What are you doing here?" Brock stepped into the room, quickly and shut the door behind him, "I need to talk to you." Heather looked at him and backed up. Brock noticed her fear, "Heather, I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly. Heather didn't believe him. "Brock you should leave." He shook his head, "I'm serious I need to talk to you, please, just listen to me?" Heather shook her head, "Please, just leave," she begged. Brock shook his head, "Not until you listen to what I have to say." She sighed heavily, "Fine, what?" Brock sighed, she wasn't making this easy, "Look, I know what I did to you was horrible, in fact I wouldn't be pissed if Rae did shoot me, but she didn't and I have to tell you that I am really very sorry for what I did to you. You deserve so much better than that." Heather couldn't tell if he was serious or not, she looked away from him and swallowed hard. "Do you expect me to believe that?" She asked. Brock looked shocked at her change in attitude. She looked back over at him, "Are you just saying this shit so that I'd instantly forgive you and jump into your arms, just so you can take me back so South Dakota and beat the living shit out of me?!" Heather snapped, her pregnancy hormones starting to kick in. Brock's shock finally wore away, "No, Heather, I really AM sorry, I just wish you would believe me." He sighed and looked at her, searching her face for any sign of belief, there was none. "Then I can't say I blame you for not believing me. After what I did to you."
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
Heather eyed him once again. "I believe you." She said out of nowhere. Brock's face lit up and he threw his arms around Heather, "God, I am so sorry Heather. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
Heather stiffened when Brock hugged her. He never hugged her, but a few times, when they first met. She hugged him back as she burried her head in his neck. She loved the smell of him. The smell of Adrenaline by Adidas. God, she loved that smell. A loud noise in the hall brought them out of their strong embrace.
Rae and John stumbled down the hallway toward their rooms. John smiled at Rae and pushed her against a wall, kissing her roughly. Rae smiled and wrapped her arms around John's neck, returning the kiss. When they finally broke the kiss, Rae spoke after catching her breath, "I have ta get back in der," (trans.: "I have to get back in here.") her speech horribly slurred. John sighed and nodded, "Fine." They walked to the hotel room and Rae reached out to open the door. John kissed her neck, "I love you." Rae smiled and kissed him gently on his lips, "I love you too." She then opened the door and walked inside.
Heather quickly shoved Brock into the closet, but before she closed it, he pulled her in for a long hot passionate kiss. She moaned and kissed him back eagerly. Then she heard the door being unlocked and she shoved Brock in all the way and closed the door. She ran over and sat on the bed just as the door opened. Rae smirked when she saw Heather still sitting on the bed, reading, "Hey!" Heather cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her amazingly drunk friend in amusement, "I take it you enjoyed yourself." Rae threw her arms up in a wild manner, "Fuck yeah!" Heather nodded. "Yea, OK. Rae. You need-" Before she could finish Rae was passed out on the other bed. Heather stood up and opened the closet door. She walked him out into the hallway. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. Heather whimpered and put her arms around his neck. This was the Brock that she remembered, the Brock that was sweet and gentle. Brock gently pulled back from Heather, "I'll see you later, ok?" Heather smiled warmly and nodded as Brock gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Brock then turned his attention to Heather's growing stomach, he placed a soft hand on it and looked up at Heather. He gently kissed her before walking down the hall. Heather watched as he walked away. She leaned against the wall and put her hand over her belly, right where his once was. She took a deep breath and tried not to let the tears fall. A groan from the bed disturbed Heather and she looked over, startled to see Rae rolling around on the bed. She didn't wake up, that was good. Heather clapped her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh when Rae rolled a little too far and fell off the bed, onto the floor with a hard thud. Heather sat up as she watched Rae sit up and hold the back of her head. Heather looked at her oddly. "What the fuck is your problem?" She asked as Rae climbed back into the bad. Rae looked around, still kind of out of it. "Where is he?" She slurred. Heather looked around. "Who?" "John." Rae said softly. "He was just on top of me." Heather burst out laughing. Rae growled and shot a harsh look at Heather, "Not fuckin funny," her voice sounded perfectly fine, but just for a second. Heather finally sighed as she finished laughing, "Sorry." Rae rolled her eyes as she climbed back onto the bed, "Yeah, fuck you." Heather laughed again. "Was it good?" She asked then got hit in the head with a pillow. "Hey now! I'm pregnant!" Heather said laughing. Rae smirked, "Yeah, a pillow's gonna do a lot of damage." Heather grinned deviously and threw the pillow back at Rae and it hit her in the side. Rae smirked and grabbed up the pillow, "Fine, I see how it is. I'll be leavin now." Heather looked at her, confused as she stumbled toward the door, "Where are you going?" Rae smiled over her shoulder, "Somewheres I'm wanted." Heather shook her head as Rae walked out of the room.
Heather shook her head as Rae left. She looked around then her eyes landed on the phone. She didn't know where Brock was right now, but she decided she would call front desk. After getting his room phone number she hung up and started to dial his number. Then she hung up, what was she going to say? She sighed and picked the phone up once again, and dialed the number. Heather waits, somewhat impatiently for him to answer, then his tired voice comes over the line, "Hello," he asks, obviously being woken up. Heather felt bad for waking him up, she thought about hanging up quickly. "Hey, Brock." She said softly. Brock's voice became more alert, "Heather," he asked somewhat excited. Heather smiled softly. "No shit, dip shit." She said then laughed. "So, won't your fuckin guard dog get mad if she hears you calling me," Brock asked, somewhat nervously. "She's gone." "Helluva friend." Heather laughed, then she was quiet, she didn't really know what to say. Brock sighed, "Heather, I didn't mean that." "I know, Brock." Her voice was soft. Brock was now getting worried, "Are you okay? You're very quiet." "I'm fine." "You sure? I mean, if you want, I can come there." Heather immediately perked up. "You would come here? Aren't you tired?" She tried not to sound excited. Brock smiled gently, she was horrible at hiding how she felt, "I miss you." Heather closed her eyes as the tears wanted to fall. "I miss you too." She said quietly. She let the tears flow then. "Heather, you better stop crying right now," his voice somewhat playful. Heather smiled. She looked at the time and saw it was a little after midnight. "I want you, Brock." She said softly. Brock grinned, he had missed her so much, and now, she willingly wanted to be with him again, "Want me to come there?" Heather nodded. "Yea, I do." Brock smiled as he got up from his bed and started pulling on his pants, "Give me a couple minutes." Heather smiled widely "Okay." She said. Brock smiled as he completed his task, "Heather." "Yeah?" "I love you," his voice was really sincere. Heather took a deep breath as her tears came again. "I love you too." Brock's voice was now shakey, "I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?" "Okay." She said noticing how he was getting emotional. "Okay, I'm gonna get off here now." Heather nodded. Not wanting to hang up. "Okay." Brock smiled, "I need to hang up the phone Heather, so I can leave, you know?" Heather smiled. "I know." She said, she knew that she would see him in five minutes, but she didn't want to go a second without hearing his voice. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Heather." "I know." She said still not wanting to hang up. "Okay then, bye," Brock said, also not wanting to hang up the phone, but wanting to be with her more than just talking to her over the phone. Heather smiled, she knew he didn't want to hang up. "Heather, I really want to talk to you on the phone, but I think being with you in person is a thousand times better," Brock said with a gentle smile. Heather nodded again, she knew all this, she just felt that if she hung up he wouldn't come. "I know, Brock." She still had tears going down her cheeks. "Are you sure you want to me come to your room? I mean, you're kind of delaying it," he asked, somewhat worried. "I want you." She said softly. "I want you too, but I have to get off the phone first," he said with a gentle smile. "I know." God she was making herself sick of that those two words. Brock laughed softly, "I'm going to hear those words in my sleep for a week," he joked. Heather grinned. "Good." "Heather, seriously, if you want me to come to your room, then I have to get off here." Heather sighed. "Okay." She said reluctantly. Brock smiled, "Bye." Heather smiled. "Okay." Brock smiled gently and hung up the phone, he quickly walked out of his room.
Heather sighed when she heard a dial tone. Why did she have a feeling that he wasn't going to come? She sighed and laid back on her bed. She almost pissed herself when there was a knock on the door. Heather walked over and reached her trembling hand out toward the door knob. She swallowed nervously and slowly opened the door. She felt a feeling of relief when she saw him smiling down at her with his captivating blue eyes. He immediately pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why I need you to hear
Heather couldn't keep herself from crying, so she cried on his shoulder. He picked her up and carried her into the room, closing the door with his foot. He walked over and sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. He made her look at him, he smoothed the hair out of her face and kidded her softly. "I'm here, baby." He said softly. She nodded as she put her arms around his neck. "I know." Brock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, not wanting to let her go.
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
They stayed that way for a long time. For a minute Brock thought she had fell asleep on his shoulder. Heather pulled back and looked in his eyes. She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "It's a girl," She said softly. "Our baby girl." Brock smiled at her, a smile that Heather loved. He gently rubbed her belly, then looked her in the eye. "Our baby." He said softly. It was like he was testing how it sounded. Heather nodded and put her hand over his.
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
Heather smiled at Brock, "I love you so much." Brock gently kissed her, "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around her in a strong hug, "I am so sorry for how I treated you," he said, his voice trembling. Heather looked up at him as tears ran down his cheeks. She kissed him gently, "Don't cry, please." Brock nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes. He smiled gently at Heather, "You don't know what this means to me."
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
Heather nodded, "I know, sorta." She said laying her head on his shoulder. His hand was still on her belly, like he didn't want to move it. "Heather, I wouldn't doubt it if you're still terrified of me," he said softly. Heather looked up at him, "I'm not terrified of you. I just don't know what to make of all this, I mean, what made you change?" Brock smiled at her, "It was you. I never realized how lucky I was to have you with me, and," his smile faded, "after the others came to get you back, I realized that I had lost the best thing to ever happen to me." Heather smiled at him, "I love you so much." She said once again tears coming to her eyes. Brock put her face in his hands as he kissed her softly. "I hate having to make you cry," he said softly. "I'm pregnant, Brock. I cry for reason." She laughed a little. Brock nodded and leaned his forehead against hers."I hate seeing you cry." Heather nodded. "I know." Brock wrapped his arms around Heather and hugged her tightly as she nuzzled against him, "I love you so much," he declared, and he honestly sounded like he meant it. Heather closed her eyes as tears continued to run freely down her cheeks. She never thought that she could be in his arms again and feel so loved. Now, that he was with her and holding her, she felt what she had only dreamed about before now. Brock truly loved her, and she could feel it in his embrace and hear it in his words. Heather's thoughts then turned to Rae and Amanda, what were they going to say about all this? She shook her head gently as she nuzzled closer to Brock, she wasn't going to let THEM ruin this. She was happy, and she wasn't going to have her thoughts of her over protective friends interfere. Heather pulled back and looked into his eyes once again. "Brock," She said softly. "What baby?" He asked a he wiped the tears off her cheeks. "Make love to me?" She asked. Brock nodded, "Are you sure? I don't wanna do anything that you don't." He said. "I want you to, I need you to show me how much you really love me." She said softly. He nodded as he kissed her passionately. He laid her down on the bed and slowly made sweet love to her all night long.
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
Author's Note: The song, 'The Reason' is by Hoobastank, and it was chica's idea to use it in this chap ... anyway, is Brock serious? Hmmm, and what's gonna happen when Rae, Amanda, and the guys find out? Ooh, REVIEW, or I will hunt you down ... remember my Dad has the technology ... *evil grin* ... until next time ...
Chapter 33: The Reason
Heather looked up at him with complete fear in her eyes. Why the hell was he here? To take her back with him? Oh God. She took a step back as he took a step closer to her. Sure, she missed him, she didn't miss the way he had treated her, she missed the Brock she saw on TV. She was going to turn around and run until he grabbed her elbow roughly. Heather's eyes closed quickly as she waited for him to hit her. When he didn't she sighed in relief. Brock released her arm, which surprised her. "Heather," he sighed. "Look, I just wanna talk to you," he finished softly. Heather was in complete shock, he had never talked to her that calmly in forever. She didn't know if this was just a game he was playing or not. But, by the way he talked to her, it seemed as if he was serious. Heather looked up at him, completely confused, "What do you wanna talk about?" He sighed heavily and looked down at her, "I want to apologize ..." Before he could finish, Rae's voice yelled from down the hall, "Heather!" She and Amanda ran over to their friend. Amanda wrapped her arm around Heather's shoulder as Rae glared at Brock, "What the fuck are you doin here?!" Brock swallowed and then looked at Heather, "I should go." Rae nodded, "You're damn right!" Heather turned around and glared at Amanda and Rae. They saw the look on her face and they both looked confused. "What the fuck did you do that for?!" She snapped. Amanda and Rae both looked at their friend shocked. Was she serious? Rae was the first to speak, "What are you talking about?" She tried to keep her voice calm. Heather scoffed and crossed her arms. "He said he wanted to talk." She said simply. Heather sighed as she watched Brock leave. Amanda looked at Rae, watching as Rae closed her eyes and swallowed her anger. She opened her eyes and looked back at Heather, "And you were actually gonna listen to his fuckin lies?" Amanda looked at Heather as she removed her arm from around her shoulders and Heather stepped toward Rae. Heather shrugged. "So what if I was?" Rae scoffed, "Are you insane?! You couldn't possibly forgotten what that worthless FUCK did to you!" "I didn't forget, but, guys, what if he really wanted to talk?" Heather asked anger no longer evident in her voice. Amanda shook her head and looked from Heather to Rae, then back to Heather, "After what he did to you, you actually think he wants to talk?" Heather shook her head and sat on a nearby crate. She put her head in her hands as she started to cry. Amanda walked over and rubbed her friend's back, trying to comfort her as Rae pulled out her cigarette pack. She groaned when she realized it was empty. She whipped it against the wall, then walked over to Heather, "Chica, we just don't want you to get hurt again." Amanda nodded in agreement with Rae, "She's right Heather." Heather nodded. "I know," she said softly. "Why cant I get him out of my head?" Amanda smiled weakly, "You love him." Rae rolled her eyes as she packed a new pack of cigarettes. "Why do I need to love him?" Heather stood up. Rae put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, "Fuck if I know." Amanda shot a harsh look at her, "You're not helping anything." Rae shrugged, "Just statin my opinion," she said exhaling a cloud of smoke. Heather looked back and forth between both her friends. "I'm tired, can I go back to the hotel?" Rae nodded and looked down at her watch, "Yeah, let's get the guys," she stated without removing the cigarette from her mouth. Heather nodded as she and Amanda followed behind Rae to the locker room.
John sighed and looked at Rae as she and Heather got settled into the room they were going to be sharing, "Rae, come get a drink with me before you spend the night in here," he said, playfully pouting. Rae smirked and looked over at Heather, "You gonna be okay while I'm gone?" "No." Heather said sarcastically. Rae rolled her eyes, "Smart ass." Heather smirked. "Gee, thanks." Raechel smiled at her friend, "Be back later," she said as she and John walked out the door of the hotel room. "Yea later." Heather said as she sat on the bed and pulled out her book. Rae popped back into the room, "No guys young lady," she said jokingly before stepping back out of the room. Heather smirked and stood up, looking out the door. "Do you think that Matt Morgan is on this floor?" She asked with a smirk. Rae turned around and smirked before she nodded. "Yea, look." She said pointing over to where he was standing talking with Mark Calloway. Heather looked over and blushed before slamming the door. Rae and John laughed before walking off down the hall.
Heather shook her head and laughed before walking over and sitting down again. An hour later she heard a knock on the door, she looked at her watch before standing up and opening the door. Heather stared up in shock, "Brock? What are you doing here?" Brock stepped into the room, quickly and shut the door behind him, "I need to talk to you." Heather looked at him and backed up. Brock noticed her fear, "Heather, I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly. Heather didn't believe him. "Brock you should leave." He shook his head, "I'm serious I need to talk to you, please, just listen to me?" Heather shook her head, "Please, just leave," she begged. Brock shook his head, "Not until you listen to what I have to say." She sighed heavily, "Fine, what?" Brock sighed, she wasn't making this easy, "Look, I know what I did to you was horrible, in fact I wouldn't be pissed if Rae did shoot me, but she didn't and I have to tell you that I am really very sorry for what I did to you. You deserve so much better than that." Heather couldn't tell if he was serious or not, she looked away from him and swallowed hard. "Do you expect me to believe that?" She asked. Brock looked shocked at her change in attitude. She looked back over at him, "Are you just saying this shit so that I'd instantly forgive you and jump into your arms, just so you can take me back so South Dakota and beat the living shit out of me?!" Heather snapped, her pregnancy hormones starting to kick in. Brock's shock finally wore away, "No, Heather, I really AM sorry, I just wish you would believe me." He sighed and looked at her, searching her face for any sign of belief, there was none. "Then I can't say I blame you for not believing me. After what I did to you."
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
Heather eyed him once again. "I believe you." She said out of nowhere. Brock's face lit up and he threw his arms around Heather, "God, I am so sorry Heather. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
Heather stiffened when Brock hugged her. He never hugged her, but a few times, when they first met. She hugged him back as she burried her head in his neck. She loved the smell of him. The smell of Adrenaline by Adidas. God, she loved that smell. A loud noise in the hall brought them out of their strong embrace.
Rae and John stumbled down the hallway toward their rooms. John smiled at Rae and pushed her against a wall, kissing her roughly. Rae smiled and wrapped her arms around John's neck, returning the kiss. When they finally broke the kiss, Rae spoke after catching her breath, "I have ta get back in der," (trans.: "I have to get back in here.") her speech horribly slurred. John sighed and nodded, "Fine." They walked to the hotel room and Rae reached out to open the door. John kissed her neck, "I love you." Rae smiled and kissed him gently on his lips, "I love you too." She then opened the door and walked inside.
Heather quickly shoved Brock into the closet, but before she closed it, he pulled her in for a long hot passionate kiss. She moaned and kissed him back eagerly. Then she heard the door being unlocked and she shoved Brock in all the way and closed the door. She ran over and sat on the bed just as the door opened. Rae smirked when she saw Heather still sitting on the bed, reading, "Hey!" Heather cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her amazingly drunk friend in amusement, "I take it you enjoyed yourself." Rae threw her arms up in a wild manner, "Fuck yeah!" Heather nodded. "Yea, OK. Rae. You need-" Before she could finish Rae was passed out on the other bed. Heather stood up and opened the closet door. She walked him out into the hallway. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. Heather whimpered and put her arms around his neck. This was the Brock that she remembered, the Brock that was sweet and gentle. Brock gently pulled back from Heather, "I'll see you later, ok?" Heather smiled warmly and nodded as Brock gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Brock then turned his attention to Heather's growing stomach, he placed a soft hand on it and looked up at Heather. He gently kissed her before walking down the hall. Heather watched as he walked away. She leaned against the wall and put her hand over her belly, right where his once was. She took a deep breath and tried not to let the tears fall. A groan from the bed disturbed Heather and she looked over, startled to see Rae rolling around on the bed. She didn't wake up, that was good. Heather clapped her hand over her mouth as she tried not to laugh when Rae rolled a little too far and fell off the bed, onto the floor with a hard thud. Heather sat up as she watched Rae sit up and hold the back of her head. Heather looked at her oddly. "What the fuck is your problem?" She asked as Rae climbed back into the bad. Rae looked around, still kind of out of it. "Where is he?" She slurred. Heather looked around. "Who?" "John." Rae said softly. "He was just on top of me." Heather burst out laughing. Rae growled and shot a harsh look at Heather, "Not fuckin funny," her voice sounded perfectly fine, but just for a second. Heather finally sighed as she finished laughing, "Sorry." Rae rolled her eyes as she climbed back onto the bed, "Yeah, fuck you." Heather laughed again. "Was it good?" She asked then got hit in the head with a pillow. "Hey now! I'm pregnant!" Heather said laughing. Rae smirked, "Yeah, a pillow's gonna do a lot of damage." Heather grinned deviously and threw the pillow back at Rae and it hit her in the side. Rae smirked and grabbed up the pillow, "Fine, I see how it is. I'll be leavin now." Heather looked at her, confused as she stumbled toward the door, "Where are you going?" Rae smiled over her shoulder, "Somewheres I'm wanted." Heather shook her head as Rae walked out of the room.
Heather shook her head as Rae left. She looked around then her eyes landed on the phone. She didn't know where Brock was right now, but she decided she would call front desk. After getting his room phone number she hung up and started to dial his number. Then she hung up, what was she going to say? She sighed and picked the phone up once again, and dialed the number. Heather waits, somewhat impatiently for him to answer, then his tired voice comes over the line, "Hello," he asks, obviously being woken up. Heather felt bad for waking him up, she thought about hanging up quickly. "Hey, Brock." She said softly. Brock's voice became more alert, "Heather," he asked somewhat excited. Heather smiled softly. "No shit, dip shit." She said then laughed. "So, won't your fuckin guard dog get mad if she hears you calling me," Brock asked, somewhat nervously. "She's gone." "Helluva friend." Heather laughed, then she was quiet, she didn't really know what to say. Brock sighed, "Heather, I didn't mean that." "I know, Brock." Her voice was soft. Brock was now getting worried, "Are you okay? You're very quiet." "I'm fine." "You sure? I mean, if you want, I can come there." Heather immediately perked up. "You would come here? Aren't you tired?" She tried not to sound excited. Brock smiled gently, she was horrible at hiding how she felt, "I miss you." Heather closed her eyes as the tears wanted to fall. "I miss you too." She said quietly. She let the tears flow then. "Heather, you better stop crying right now," his voice somewhat playful. Heather smiled. She looked at the time and saw it was a little after midnight. "I want you, Brock." She said softly. Brock grinned, he had missed her so much, and now, she willingly wanted to be with him again, "Want me to come there?" Heather nodded. "Yea, I do." Brock smiled as he got up from his bed and started pulling on his pants, "Give me a couple minutes." Heather smiled widely "Okay." She said. Brock smiled as he completed his task, "Heather." "Yeah?" "I love you," his voice was really sincere. Heather took a deep breath as her tears came again. "I love you too." Brock's voice was now shakey, "I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?" "Okay." She said noticing how he was getting emotional. "Okay, I'm gonna get off here now." Heather nodded. Not wanting to hang up. "Okay." Brock smiled, "I need to hang up the phone Heather, so I can leave, you know?" Heather smiled. "I know." She said, she knew that she would see him in five minutes, but she didn't want to go a second without hearing his voice. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Heather." "I know." She said still not wanting to hang up. "Okay then, bye," Brock said, also not wanting to hang up the phone, but wanting to be with her more than just talking to her over the phone. Heather smiled, she knew he didn't want to hang up. "Heather, I really want to talk to you on the phone, but I think being with you in person is a thousand times better," Brock said with a gentle smile. Heather nodded again, she knew all this, she just felt that if she hung up he wouldn't come. "I know, Brock." She still had tears going down her cheeks. "Are you sure you want to me come to your room? I mean, you're kind of delaying it," he asked, somewhat worried. "I want you." She said softly. "I want you too, but I have to get off the phone first," he said with a gentle smile. "I know." God she was making herself sick of that those two words. Brock laughed softly, "I'm going to hear those words in my sleep for a week," he joked. Heather grinned. "Good." "Heather, seriously, if you want me to come to your room, then I have to get off here." Heather sighed. "Okay." She said reluctantly. Brock smiled, "Bye." Heather smiled. "Okay." Brock smiled gently and hung up the phone, he quickly walked out of his room.
Heather sighed when she heard a dial tone. Why did she have a feeling that he wasn't going to come? She sighed and laid back on her bed. She almost pissed herself when there was a knock on the door. Heather walked over and reached her trembling hand out toward the door knob. She swallowed nervously and slowly opened the door. She felt a feeling of relief when she saw him smiling down at her with his captivating blue eyes. He immediately pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why I need you to hear
Heather couldn't keep herself from crying, so she cried on his shoulder. He picked her up and carried her into the room, closing the door with his foot. He walked over and sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. He made her look at him, he smoothed the hair out of her face and kidded her softly. "I'm here, baby." He said softly. She nodded as she put her arms around his neck. "I know." Brock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her to him, not wanting to let her go.
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
They stayed that way for a long time. For a minute Brock thought she had fell asleep on his shoulder. Heather pulled back and looked in his eyes. She took his hand and put it on her stomach. "It's a girl," She said softly. "Our baby girl." Brock smiled at her, a smile that Heather loved. He gently rubbed her belly, then looked her in the eye. "Our baby." He said softly. It was like he was testing how it sounded. Heather nodded and put her hand over his.
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
Heather smiled at Brock, "I love you so much." Brock gently kissed her, "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around her in a strong hug, "I am so sorry for how I treated you," he said, his voice trembling. Heather looked up at him as tears ran down his cheeks. She kissed him gently, "Don't cry, please." Brock nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes. He smiled gently at Heather, "You don't know what this means to me."
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
Heather nodded, "I know, sorta." She said laying her head on his shoulder. His hand was still on her belly, like he didn't want to move it. "Heather, I wouldn't doubt it if you're still terrified of me," he said softly. Heather looked up at him, "I'm not terrified of you. I just don't know what to make of all this, I mean, what made you change?" Brock smiled at her, "It was you. I never realized how lucky I was to have you with me, and," his smile faded, "after the others came to get you back, I realized that I had lost the best thing to ever happen to me." Heather smiled at him, "I love you so much." She said once again tears coming to her eyes. Brock put her face in his hands as he kissed her softly. "I hate having to make you cry," he said softly. "I'm pregnant, Brock. I cry for reason." She laughed a little. Brock nodded and leaned his forehead against hers."I hate seeing you cry." Heather nodded. "I know." Brock wrapped his arms around Heather and hugged her tightly as she nuzzled against him, "I love you so much," he declared, and he honestly sounded like he meant it. Heather closed her eyes as tears continued to run freely down her cheeks. She never thought that she could be in his arms again and feel so loved. Now, that he was with her and holding her, she felt what she had only dreamed about before now. Brock truly loved her, and she could feel it in his embrace and hear it in his words. Heather's thoughts then turned to Rae and Amanda, what were they going to say about all this? She shook her head gently as she nuzzled closer to Brock, she wasn't going to let THEM ruin this. She was happy, and she wasn't going to have her thoughts of her over protective friends interfere. Heather pulled back and looked into his eyes once again. "Brock," She said softly. "What baby?" He asked a he wiped the tears off her cheeks. "Make love to me?" She asked. Brock nodded, "Are you sure? I don't wanna do anything that you don't." He said. "I want you to, I need you to show me how much you really love me." She said softly. He nodded as he kissed her passionately. He laid her down on the bed and slowly made sweet love to her all night long.
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
Author's Note: The song, 'The Reason' is by Hoobastank, and it was chica's idea to use it in this chap ... anyway, is Brock serious? Hmmm, and what's gonna happen when Rae, Amanda, and the guys find out? Ooh, REVIEW, or I will hunt you down ... remember my Dad has the technology ... *evil grin* ... until next time ...