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J.L.:You should see how I outlined this, it's like computer programming meets algebraic equation. I'll scan it in some time. Here's another Chris's viewpoint leading chapter. I think the next chapter will switch views with the secondary characters...here goes.
The next day, at the Clinic: Chris
Trent sat up on the table there while the doctor walked out of the room with the samples. I stood beside him, unsure of how to feel. Betrayal and anxiety were on the top of the list, but I would find out soon enough if Rebecca's suspicions were correct. Of course they are. Rebecca knows what she's doing. The kid looks dead on me.
"So...you said this was a secret?" Trent asked. I looked down at the boy, my possible son, and smiled.
"Yeah." I answered.
"I'm suppose to tell mommy everything." Trent said, like the loyal son of Jill's that he was. I watched him carefully.
"Well...you know how Bruce Wayne never tells people he's batman?" I asked.
"Yes?" Trent replied, curious.
"Why?" I asked. Trent's eyes lit up.
"So that the villians can't bother him and the people don't bother him?" Trent answered. Wrong example Chris...this kid's good.
"Er...well...and to protect his family." I answered lamely.
"That what Polly said when she was sneaking her boyfriend in. Boy was Aunt Kathy mad when I told her." Trent spoke. Great, my kid's a snitch.
"Well...you like hanging out with me right?" I asked, trying a different approach. Trent smiled widely.
"Yep." He answered.
"If you tell Mommy about this, then she won't let me hang out with you anymore." I said.
"Is this a bad thing?" Trent asked, the look of fear set in his eyes.
"No. You know how you like to go play out in mud puddles and Aunt Kathy doesn't like it?" I asked.
"Yeah, she yells about getting the mud all over the house." He responded.
"This is like that." I continued.
"Oh." Was all Trent could say. Things were quiet, so I returned my gaze to the room's doors. He then tapped my shoulder.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Does my mommy love you?" He asked.
"Why do you ask that?" I questioned in return, unsure of how to answer.
"Cause she spent the night with you. Polly says that when people sleep with each other, it's because they love each other." Trent said.
"Well...That's sharing the same bed. Mommy and I have different beds at the hotel." I answered.
"Oh, okay." Trent said. The doctor came into the room.
"The paternity test came back positive. Are you planning on filing for custody of Trent, Mr. Redfield?" The doctor asked.
"No. Just wanted to know. Thank you." I spoke and the doctor handed me the papers. I helped Trent off the table and held his hand as we made our way out. Why did she hide him from me? I helped Trent into the rental car's passenger seat and regarded him for a little bit.
"Are you mad at mommy?" He asked.
"No." I answered, lying.
"You're lying." Trent said.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Mommy says my eyes shift to the side when I lie...yours did." He said.
"Well...Okay, I'm a little mad at her...but that's between me and her." I said.
"Are you going to hurt her?" Trent asked.
"No." I answered. Trent smiled.
"Good, cause I'll beat you up if you do." Trent said, his eyebrows furrowing like my own do. Practically a spitting image of me. I ruffled up his hair.
"I think I still owe you a trip to the zoo kiddo." I said.
"Awesome." Trent cheered.
At the zoo: Chris
As Trent watched the polar bear splash around, I had Rebecca on the phone.
"Now you know..." She said.
"Yeah...the question is what to do now?" I asked.
"Do you know why she hid that from you?" Rebecca asked.
"To keep Wesker from kidnapping him?" I took a guess.
"Not exactly...look, don't confront Jill until you figure out exactly why she hid that from you." Rebecca instructed, then hung up.
Late that night at the Hotel: Chris
I had taken Trent back to Jill, then came back to the hotel to be alone. The hotel bed was a little stiff and the covers were cold, but I still found them to be relaxing enough to think. I was locked deep in my thoughts, wondering what to do, what should be done, and how would I feel about each and every choice from this moment on.
Four years before: Chris
Jill crawled up over my body and planted her lips on my own, the heat from our bodies caged between the covers that offered us a little privacy.
"Had I known you were good at that, I would have started after you back in S.T.A.R.S." I whispered huskily in her ear. Her smirk was only visible by the light touch of moonlight on her face.
"I don't think Jake would have liked that." She teased.
"Why do you have to bring him up all the time?" I accused, the moment lost in the slight rush of jealousy, anger and sudden regret I felt. She sat up and crossed her arms over her chest, biting her lip and glaring at me.
"Oh don't you start. This is not the time for bickering on stupid crap Chris." She retorted defensively.
"Well so-rry. You just got back from a two week vacation to God-only-knows-where, demanding sex, and then the first thing you can say is about Jake?" I fired back. Tears hit her eyes and guilt swamped me. Great, I have Jill crying...way to go Chris...she's probably cheating on me though...with as much as she takes vacations...
"You're an insensitive asshole Chris. Like you're any better? Blah Blah Blah, kill Wesker, take down Umbrella, blah blah blah...you're a God-damn machine when it comes you your approach to everything that could involve Wesker!" She jeered, biting her lip as she got off the bed and snatched up her clothes.
"A machine?! Where do you get off? You're probably sleeping with Jake every time you go to the States!" I accused. Jill crossed the room and the following slap echoed loudly, surely waking everyone in the facility.
"I've never cheated on you, and Jake's probably nothing more than ashes. Go fuck yourself Chris, you have no idea what I've gone through." She spoke, venom icing her every word, and left.
Present: Chris
I slapped my forehead, now realizing what she was talking about the night we ended our relationship. It took a while before she would even stay in the same room as me longer than five seconds, and even then the damage had been done and she no longer voiced a concern for the plans I came up...she just did her job, took her vacations and occasionally sent me emails with detailed information on Umbrella. I lifted my hand up, remembering the size difference between Trent's and my own hands. It's only been the last few missions that we've been able to get back to good terms. Ever since Umbrella's business license got revoked. The door to the hotel opened, and Jill slipped inside, setting her purse down on the dresser that held up the room's T.V. Her eyes fell on mine for a brief moment, and she gave a quick smile as I sat up. I grabbed her hand, and pulled her to me.
"He couldn't stop talking about the fun he had today." She said. I kissed her hand and pull her into a hug. I've been so wrong towards her.
"That's good." I muttered, enjoying every second of her scent and warmth.
"What's going on in your head Christopher?" She asked. I kissed her belly and looked up.
"Remember that night we broke up?" I asked. It only took a few seconds before her previous delight was swept into pain and regret.
"Vaguely." She lied.
"I'm sorry. Had I known it was Trent that you were leaving for, I would have been begging for your forgiveness for my obsession with Umbrella." I replied quietly. Silence took over, but only for a little while, as Jill's arms found their way around my neck. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her waist close to me, and she was standing in front of me, her arms around my neck and bending down to rest her head on my shoulder.
"We both owe apologies for that night. Let's just call it even, okay?" She asked. I kissed her cheek.
"I love you Jill. I love you more than I've been able to show you." I told her. Her body stiffened, but she didn't back away.
"What is your intent?" She asked, her tone shedding light that she was calculating her next move on my answer.
"To get my relationship with you back. Umbrella's done with...I want you by my side going after Wesker...and that may take a bit of time to get him...let's not waste it." I answered. She huffed out a breath, but still didn't move.
"Just promise me one thing..." She asked.
"Anything." I answered, wanting to make everything alright between the two of us.
"Please...just please don't use a relationship with me as a way to my son Chris. I love you, but I don't want Trent to know anything about Umbrella. I want him to think Zombies are only in movies." She begged. I couldn't see her eyes, but I was sure her tears were spilling. Kick ass Jill...one kid later and she's finally emotional enough to be normal.
"That's...fine. I can't blame you. I wouldn't want my child to know either." I said, and for a moment Jill's breathing hitched. She's reanalyzing the sentence to make sure I still don't know Trent's mine. Suddenly, a thought hit me. Wait...that's Jill's reason for hiding him from me. She doesn't want him exposed to Umbrella. I pulled Jill up with me on the bed and smirked at her, knowing what the next step was now. Our eyes locked and a slight blush appeared on her face.
"Trent asked me if we really had different beds here at the hotel...is there a reason he asked me that?" She questioned. I started laughing.
"From what I could pick up from that conversation, Polly got busted with a boyfriend and explained to Trent that when two people love each other they share a bed." I explained, calming my laughter down as Jill's smile perked up.
"Oh boy...I wonder when he'll start asking exactly what they were doing? I'm not exactly ready for that talk with him." She replied. I smirked at her.
"Seems like you should have a bit of practice...can we have make up sex now?" I asked and Jill swatted at me. I grinned at her and flipped her under me, diving in for the kill.
J.L.: Ta-da! Another chapter. I was going to get this out yesterday, but I had to start packing to move. Don't fret though, Cable/internet is going in moving day, so Next Friday I should have another chapter ready for you guys. Also, yes, Chris and Jill have sex at the end of this. It's an important point and I meant to draw it out into a lemon, but I thought after the key discussions and humor, I couldn't seriously transistion it into "oooh baby!" kinda deal. After next week though, I can't exactly promise regular updates, I've got a wedding to start planning and as much as I'm concerned, the cake tastings the only thing I'm looking forward to...(If it was my way, It'd be just me, him, two witnesses, the JoP and done in an hour...but He wants the families to celebrate and I can't help but envision WW3 breaking out and he won't let me pull the 'down the aisle in black lingerie' deal.) Enough blab about myself, let know how this chapter went.