REGRETS

A/N: Here goes chapter 19, I hope you'll enjoy it!


Scott &Shelby's Apartment, Three Weeks Later

Jess told me Scott had asked her what gem I'd like best for a ring! Finally. But I'm absolutely not supposed to know, you see Jess can't keep a secret. So, this is it. He should have guessed Jess would tell me about this one. But hey! He's a man after all, we can't ask too much of him! Right know I'm doing some homework with Daisy, but I can't help but think of my soon-to-be fiancé and my little baby. I am so happy!

"Shelby? Shelby! Are you still with me?" She snapped me out of my day dream again. It's the forth time since we began working, I think. "What's up with you? Is that our little one who's begging you some attention?" Very funny! Like a fetus of four months could ask for some attention! It can't even kick yet.

"No. I was just thinking of something Jess told me earlier."

"And what's that?" Why does she absolutely need to know everything? She's very annoying sometimes!

"Scott is probably going to propose me soon." Here, it goes! She looks like she's seen a ghost!

"Wow! That's wonderful! I'm glad for you two!" I can't believe she's hugging me so tightly; I'm going to vomit if she doesn't stop squeezing me.

"Thank you. But don't tell anyone. Scott isn't aware yet."

"What? How could he be not aware since he's the one to propose?" Ah, ah! Priceless! It doesn't happen often to see that confused look!

"Well, he bought a ring but without me knowing. It's like a surprise."

"How do you know then?" She really needs to know every enigma o my life, doesn't she…?

"He asked Jess something about my tastes and Jess repeated. She can't keep a secret from me."

"So, she let it slipping…that's not really nice." Right now, I feel a little guilty. She didn't want to tell me…I kinda forced her…what a big sister I am!

"Well, Scott and I, we already had discussed it before, anyway." I remember that night…we made up. I was so mad at him for leaving me so often and he apologized and promised me to arrange this with his coach. Because he has other activities beside football…like his classes and me.

"So, how could he tell it a surprise?"

"You know men! They're sometimes hard to follow…and saying we're the ones they call 'complicated'. What liars!" That's right; they always say that women are the ones who're not easy.

"Yeah, right. For once I totally agree with you about this one. They're way too hard to understand. Listen, like the other night! David wanted to make me a nice dinner but without a cooking book. He knew he didn't know anything but tried even through. It was disgusting and he was surprised, yet!" Well, that's just David…even through I remember Scott did the same thing not long before. They're all the same.

"Okay, but David's a case!" That's the understatement of the year!

Later That Same Day,

"Um…that smells nice…what's this?" Here we are, lying together in the bathtub, chatting quietly wrapped in each other arms, enjoying each other presence. It's been a long moment since the last time we did that together.

"Uh, a soap Jess offered me last year for my birthday." I totally love the perfume too! She's really a good taste for those things…, and without being pretentious, I think it's coming from me.

"I love it on your skin. It's making it so soft." He kisses my shoulder gently.

"I know!" I send him a soap bubble and splash him water in the face, giggling quietly. He shook his head smiling down at me.

"And they say men are less mature than women!"

"You know that's because I'm pregnant. The hormones are working alone!"

"I like the 'new you'." He kisses me again, wrapping his arms tighter around my body, sitting me on his laps.

"I love you."

"The same here. You know, you're becoming a little heavy for my laps." Jerk!

"Jerk! I only took seven kilos!"

"I know!" He grins at me, like the fool we all know he is. He said that on purpose to make me mad! I'll show him!


So, how was it? Good or bad? I'm thinking of changing the title of this story but I don't have ideas...if you have some, tell me.

Please R&R