I quickly shake my head, which he raises an eye brow to but doesn't question.
He straightens up, never removing his gaze from me before stepping closer, forcing me to step back. He takes another and again, I step away. Seth keeps approaching me, hi...
"Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits." ― Katherine Paterson, Bridge to Terabithia
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Another month passed, March sweeping by. It had been surprisingly busy, with looking at baby items, helping Seth paint the babys bedroom – against his protests to begin with of course – and a surprise visit from Mr. Walker. That had really shocked and me sent on an emotional roller coaster the whole time he was here.
When he walked in and greeted me, I couldn't stop my tears of happiness from flowing, but then when he mentioned how much everyone was missing me at work and how it wasn't as lively, they turned to tears of guilt and sadness, me apologising profusely and getting up to tell him I'll come back right away. Both him and Seth had immediately shut that idea down and eventually calmed me enough for me to start crying when he left, hugging me tightly and saying he would visit again soon.
Jasper had arrived not long before Mr Walker left, and he had watched him with a strange look on his face the entire time. Mr Walker had simply glanced over at him a few times with furrowed brows. I figured it was because the guys hadn't taken him to Mr. Walkers bar yet and Jasper was being wary of who was near me when I was so vulnerable.
Grey was coming over on his days off to spend more time with me also, keeping me company as Seth went out to do god knows what most days. We had become closer over the short space of time, our friendship coming easily and smoothly. We talked about everything and nothing, from his relationship with Zack – Apparently he was quite the alpha male, and Greys gossiping had me blushing brighter than my hair sometimes, to Grey helping me with my relationship with Seth. I had given in and told him since he knew something was going on anyway, and since, he had excitedly helped, after jumping about fist bumping the air and singing about how our ship had set sail.
Speaking of, Seth and I had only grown closer, and I think it was obvious to everyone now that we were together. We never officially stated it, but I think the not-so-subtle glances, hand touches and Seths inability to be away and giving me pecks on my head or cheeks may have given it away. I found that I didn't mind though. We were happy, and aside from a few panic attacks sneaking up on me, we were going well. And every time I did panic, he was there with me, soothing me and doing everything he could to make me feel better again.
Currently I was flicking through my pregnancy notes, filling in some blank spaces about what I wanted my birthing plan to be. I had done my research and I already knew what I wanted. I knew things didn't always go to plan, but I wanted to be prepared in whatever way I could. I wanted a water birth, no epidural no matter the circumstances, and I would try with just gas and air. I would maybe accept diamorphine if I felt I needed it. And I wanted my baby to receive the K-injection when he arrived.
