Hey, chapter two! I'm excited for this story. It's going pretty well. I'm not sure how many chapters it'll have yet. At least probably six or seven. We'll see. Anyways, enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review!
Topanga woke up the next morning in a startle. She sat up and looked around. After hearing nothing, she rubbed her eyes and laid back down on Cory's chest. His arms tightened around her, making her smile to herself.
After a few seconds, she heard the banging of cabinets. She listened for a few more seconds and then heard, "Pangers!"
Topanga closed her eyes and sighed.
Maybe if I just pretend not to hear, he'll go away.
Furious knocking on their door made Topanga sigh again and she sat up, looking at the door. She remembered that they had locked it and smirked to herself before laying back down.
"Topanga! Cor! Hey! Wake up!" Eric yelled, still pounding his fist on the door.
She began to feel Cory moving around a little bit and she nuzzled her face into his neck. She could smell the leftover cologne on him, which made her smile. She gently began to plant soft kisses on his skin, and after a few seconds, he was looking over at her.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Topanga said, kissing his cheek.
"Good morning," he answered groggily. "What is that?" he asked, putting his hand over his forehead at the noise.
"Eric's here," Topanga said quietly.
"What does he want?"
"I don't know. I didn't answer yet. Plus I'm wearing a nightgown that is very short what with my belly and I can't get out of bed without help anymore anyways."
"We should probably see what he wants," Cory said, running his hand down his face.
"But I don't want to move yet," she said, looking at him with a smile.
He smiled back at her. "Me either." He sat up just enough to be able to lean over and kiss her.
Topanga kissed him back and as he was about to sit up, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
Her fingers began to crawl under his shirt, but he chuckled and sat up, leaving her with an irritated look.
"You must think this is hilarious," she said monotonously.
He chuckled again and grabbed her hand. "No, it's just that we have a demanding Eric at our door."
"So?" she complained. "Door's locked," she mumbled.
Cory stood up and walked over to the door to open it.
"What do you want, Eric?"
"Oh, hey, Cor! Topanga's not still sleeping, is she? 'Cause I've got some important questions to ask her."
Cory turned to look at Topanga, who was shaking her head furiously.
"She's still sleeping," Cory said.
Eric sighed. "Fine. Then do you know where she keeps the tennis rackets?"
Confusion flooded Cory's face. "We don't have…why do you need tennis rackets?"
Eric's eyes widened and he began to look around suspiciously. He leaned closer to Cory and said, "She didn't tell you? Hmm." He studied Cory's face for a moment and then quickly turned around and ran out of the apartment.
Cory shook his head and closed their door again.
"Why does he want tennis rackets?" Topanga asked.
"Who knows," he answered, shaking his head again. He held his hand out toward Topanga. "Ready to get up?"
She made a face and shook her head in response.
"Come on. I'll make you breakfast. What do you want to eat?"
She thought for a moment. "Eggs and hashbrowns?"
"Deal," he said, reaching his hand out again.
She sighed and took his hand, pulling herself toward him. She got to the edge of the bed and he carefully helped her up.
"Thank you," she said, feeling lightheaded.
They began walking to the kitchen when Topanga stopped.
"What is it?" he asked her.
Her hands were on her belly and she only stared into space for a second.
After a few moments, she looked up at him with wide eyes. "I think that was a contraction."
Cory's eyes also widened and he ran to her. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "I'm fine. It didn't really hurt. I've just never felt anything like that before. It felt kind of like the fake ones, but it was different."
"Let's have you sit down," he said, leading her to a kitchen chair.
"Cory, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad. And another one probably won't come for a while since it was the first one."
"Well, we'd better just make sure you're relaxed and comfortable."
She took a deep breath and nodded.
Suddenly the front door burst open, making Topanga's heart pound for a second.
Eric ran in, looking around the living room.
"Eric!" Cory complained.
Topanga gave Cory a look demanding that he be kicked out. She nodded down at her short nightgown.
"Eric, you can't just burst in here. You have to at least knock," Cory said, walking to him.
"Yeah, ya know, I don't really have time for this, Cor," Eric said, not looking at Cory, but continuing his frantic search.
"What are you looking for?"
Eric turned to Cory with wide eyes. "Do you hear nothing I say? Tennis rackets!"
"We don't even play tennis!" Cory yelled back.
"Well then this has been a waste of my time," Eric said curtly. "Good day, Cory. Good day- oh wow, Pangers, you just gotta stop wearing this stuff while you're pregnant, I mean your belly just phew," he said, putting his arms out around him to signify his belly growing.
"Bye, Eric," Topanga said through her teeth, her face becoming red.
Eric shook his head and walked out the door, leaving it open.
"Cory, is this what it's going to be like?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked, walking to her and sitting next to her.
"I mean I love Eric, and I love Shawn. But is this what every day will be? Eric waking us up and looking around our apartment, and Shawn walking in at awkward moments?"
"To be fair, we didn't bolt the door and we really should not have been on the couch."
"Yeah, but everyone else can do what they want when they move into an apartment. For us, having those two next door is like having two roommates. I mean, I want this baby to be raised in a home with her two parents. That's it," she said.
"I know. But I love having them live next door."
"I do too. When they stay next door. I just feel like we need some boundaries, you know? Some privacy?"
Cory nodded. "I think so too. I love living so close, but we can't all be in the same apartment."
"I think it may be time for them to give up their keys."
He sighed and ran his hand down his face. "Is that necessary?"
"Cory, how long are we going to let this go on? We can't let it happen forever."
He nodded. "You're right."
"Will you talk to them?" she asked.
He looked at her for a second. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll talk to them. I'm sure they'll understand."
"Thank you," she said, leaning her head on his arm.
He looked up and saw the door still open. He sighed and stood up to close it. "Alright. Time for eggs and hashbrowns."
Alright guys, chapter two! I hope you're enjoying so far! If you like this story, please leave a review telling me what you think! How do you like the plot so far? What do you think it going to happen? Talk to me! I love hearing from you.
Til next time. Stay awesome.
