Chapter 2- Goin' Down
I blinked against the harsh sunlight that was shinning through my bedroom curtains. I looked at the clock, ten o'clock. I shut my eyes, snugging into my pillow. My eyes popped open and I checked the time again. That couldn't be right, could it? How did I sleep until ten? John gets up between seven and eight during the weekends.
I jumped out of bed and quickly made my way into the nursery, but didn't see John in his crib. I felt the panic rise inside of me as I tried to remember if I locked the door last night, but I couldn't remember. I ran into the kitchen, my mind a million places at once. I felt my body collide with something solid and I fell onto the ground with a loud thud. I looked to see what I had ran into, and was surprised to see a very handsome Ricky Underwood looking down at me.
"Where's the fire?" He asked with a grin, extending his hand out to help me up.
"Where's John?" I asked, my voice rising in panic. My eyes spotted John sitting in his highchair, playing with one of his baby spoons. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made my way over to him, placing a tender kiss on the top of his head. "Morning, John." I said cheerfully. He smiled up at me, his brown eyes shinning with happiness.
"What do you want for breakfast?" Ricky asked suddenly. I turned around and looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Why?" I questioned, looking at him suspiciously.
"Because, I'm making you breakfast today. Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Since when do you make breakfast? Especially for me?" I inquired.
"I've been a complete ass these past couple of weeks. The least I could do is make you breakfast. Besides, you take care of John all day every day, so sit down and relax while I make you breakfast." He replied with a small smile. I looked at him, dumbfounded.
"I honestly don't know what to say." I replied honestly, still in shock. He smiled again and leaned against the counter.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want for breakfast." He offered.
"Do you even know how to cook?" I questioned curiously, pulling out the chair next to John's highchair.
"Yes, I know how to cook. Now stop asking me questions before I change my mind and just make myself something. What do you want?" He asked, getting slightly annoyed.
"Fine," I sat down, huffing. "I would like some pancakes and bacon." I replied.
He nodded and started going through the cabinets. I watched him in disbelief as he got the materials he needed without needing to know where anything was. Was he over so often that he knew my house inside out? I watched silently as he started preparing the pancake batter.
"How do you know where everything is?" I asked, shock evident in my voice. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I've been here everyday for the last eight months. Is it really that surprising?" He asked, looking at me curiously. I thought about it for a second before realizing that it shouldn't be so surprising.
"No, I guess not." I agreed.
I turned my body to look at John, who was still playing with one of his baby spoons contently. "It doesn't take much to make him happy."
"No, it doesn't. He's been playing with that thing for the past half hour." Ricky replied with a laugh.
We fell into a comfortable silence while he prepared our breakfast and I watched John entertain himself. About ten minutes later Ricky set my plate down in front of me, and sat down in the chair across from me.
"Thanks, Ricky. This looks absolutely mouthwatering." I praised, he just laughed at me. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He laughed, shaking his head.
John dropped his spoon on the ground and I leaned over to pick it up. I was going to give it back but instead I flung it at Ricky, I watched it as it bounced off his forehead back onto the tiled floor. Ricky looked up at me in total shock. I watched as he then proceeded to lean over and retrieve the blue plastic spoon off the kitchen floor, smirking at me. Before I could say anything I felt something bounce off of the top of my head.
"Hey!" I cried out, looking at Ricky with wide eyes.
John started giggling which made Ricky laugh, which made me join, also. As we finished off our breakfast my insides felt all warm and fuzzy. Ricky and I never really did these kinds of things, and for the first time since John was born, it felt like we were an actual family.
I sighed and tried to rid myself of the feelings I was having, seeing as how I was with Ben. And Ricky, John, and I, would never be a real family. Well, I guess it would be a family for us, but we wouldn't be a real family. If that makes sense.
After breakfast Ricky cleared our plates and rinsed them off while I took John into the living room. I sat John down on the floor, where most of his favorite toys resided. John quickly crawled over to his car keys and picked them up, shaking them in his small hand happily.
I plopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV. I flicked through the channels aimlessly, already knowing nothing was on, seeing as how it's eleven on a Saturday. I finally chose to what a rerun of Sabrina The Teenage Witch. As I watched I was reminded of how much I use to love and adore the show, especially the cat Salem.
"This show is so stupid." Ricky commented, plopping down on the couch cushion next to me.
"Well, I happen to like this show and I'm watching it. Seeing as it is my house. So I'd suggest leaving if you don't want to watch it." I responded, getting snippy.
"Jeez, who crapped in your pancakes this morning?" Ricky asked, getting off the couch. I sighed knowing I shouldn't be mad at him. I mean he did make me a very nice breakfast, and took care of John so I could sleep in. I picked up the remote and hit the pause button, not wanting to miss the rest of the episode.
"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm so crabby." I said. Ricky looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I sighed again. "I really don't know why I'm crabby today. Thanks for the breakfast it was very good and thanks for letting me sleep in, but I think you should probably go now. You don't need to put up with my mood swings today." I said with a small smile.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded forcing a bigger, reassuring smile onto my face, hoping it looked genuine. "Okay then. Is it okay if I take John today? I think having the day to yourself will be good for you." He added. This time my face lit up with a real smile.
"That would be amazing. Are you sure?" I asked. Ricky nodded smiling. "Thank you so much, Ricky!" I beamed.
"No problem." Ricky responded sounding very sincere.
I helped him get John's diaper bag ready and then grabbed John out of Ricky's arms, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Mommy loves you, baby. I'll see you tomorrow." I said lovingly to John, who smiled in return. I walked Ricky and John to the door, making sure Ricky had everything he needed and watched as Ricky's car backed out of the driveway. I sighed sadly. Even though I needed a day to myself I hated being away from John. I always thought he'd forget who I was, and I hated that feeling.
I was making my way back into the living room when there was a knock at the door. I quickly turned around and made my way back to the door, thinking something was wrong with John. When I opened the door I inwardly groaned when I saw my boyfriend Ben standing there.
"We need to talk. Can I come in?" Ben asked hesitantly.
My heart started pounding in my chest and my hands got clammy. A girl never wants to hear those four words from their boyfriend, because it usually meant one thing. I could feel our breakup looming.
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