This chapter is five years later with Phoebe. I will go back to the others soon but I'm just filling you in with little one-shots into their splendid lives. This chapter is a key event that has happened with her in the past five years. I really hope with all of my heart that you enjoy it thoroughly. Your reviews inspire me to write more, thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. They always make my day and make me smile when you write such lovely things. I thank you, readers. I do try to update as soon as I possibly can but it's very difficult to do so as I'm in year 10 and starting my GCSEs. I will try to write at least a chapter a week. Thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Read on!
Chapter Three
'Phoebe'
Five Years Ago...
I remember that evening as if it was yesterday.
I strolled into our cosy apartment, threw down my keys on the hall table and continued on into the living area.
"Baby, d'ya want to see what I've bought?" I asked him, he was quietly sitting down reading the newspaper on the old leather chesterfield armchair.
"Sure." Mike smiled up at me, a beaming smile spread across his face. I placed my bags down on the sofa and started to show Mike every single item that I'd bought shopping earlier that day with Monica.
A long hour later...
"And this one I brought from this cute little vintage shop on 46th. I thought it was so beautiful. I love that it's so bizarre and different, don't you?" I inquired. A snuffled snore whispered at me from the opposite armchair.
"B-beautiful." Mike murmured in his sleep. A loving smile spread across my face. I always loved the ways he snuffled in his sleep. I grabbed the warm woollen tartan blanket that was orderly lying over the arm of the chair and placed it gently over him, his chest was rising and falling calmly. He looked so tranquil, I wondered what he was dreaming about that night. I could look at him all day but I had to put my shopping away upstairs. I gazed down to pick up my bags. There was one more bag that I hadn't shown him; the bag from the drug store. Quietly, as not to disturb him, I parted the bag and picked up what was inside. Pregnancy tests. I'd bought them slyly so that Monica didn't see. Three, just to make sure. I really didn't want anyone to know that I thought I could possibly be pregnant. I was eight days late. Mike and I weren't trying to have a baby, I didn't know how it could have happened. Silently, placing the test back in the bag, I walked upstairs to our bedroom with the bags.
I ambled into our bathroom with the pregnancy tests. I could feel my heart rapidly thudding against my ribcage. It felt as if butterflies were fluttering around my stomach. I slowly sat down on the toilet seat lid and held the boxes in my hand staring down at them. I wanted to have a baby more than anything. I was ready but we hadn't had 'the talk' about babies yet. I didn't know if Mike wanted a baby yet, or ever. I opened the package.
Mike was in the kitchen making me a delicious dinner. And my favourite dessert, Banoffee Pie. He was busy trying to stop the food from burning that he didn't realise I snuck in behind him. I wrapped my long arms around his waist and kissed him softly on his neck. He turned around and kissed me lovingly on the lips. I gazed up into his eyes.
"Enjoy your little nap then? I see I bored you." I chuckled cheekily.
"It was really refreshing. You could never bore me, baby." He said looking down into my eyes, he was so handsome that night. His hair was tousled and messy and he wasn't wearing anything special, just jeans and a sweater. He continued "I think I fall more and more in love with you every day, if that's even possible." I perched on my tiptoes and pecked him on the lips.
"Me too." I replied. "Now, what have you got cooking there?"
"Oh damn it!" he turned back around and turned the stone off. "I forgot about that."
"Do you want any help?" I asked.
"No, but thank you. Go and take the weight off, you must be exhausted after a hard day's shopping." I smiled and lay down on the sofa. My eyes felt heavy and were drooping. Before I knew it I'd dozed off.
I woke up to the smell of beautifully cooked Pizza, and the gentle caress of Mike's hand on my cheek.
"Welcome back." he laughed. I smiled up at him. "Dinner is served, your majesty." He seated me at the dining table and we ate happily until I remembered.
"Mike, I have to talk to you about something." I started.
"Go on." he smiled at me reassuring me. My hands were sweating and sticky. My stomach tightened. It was now or never.
"Well. Hold on a second." I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say. I stood up to get the pregnancy tests out of my pocket. I placed them down on the table in front of him when I sat back down. He looked down at them, speechless.
"I did more than one, just to be sure." The information wasn't processing in his brain.
"We're going to have a baby?" he asked, head cocked to the side. I nodded, my face straight, not knowing what he was thinking was unnerving.
"We're going to have a baby!" he stood up with such force that the chair whisked behind him. He ran to me and pulled me up into a joyful embrace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Tears of pure happiness.
We were going to have a baby.