Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Harper
The past couple of months had been the happiest months of my life. My life was perfect between being pregnant and having Grayson by my side. I was now sixteen weeks pregnant and in my second trimester. The tiredness I’d felt in my first trimester was gone, and I had a lot more energy. Not to mention I was always horny as hell.
“I need to go shopping this Saturday for some new clothes. Would you like to come with me?” I asked Grayson as I softly stroked his arm while he worked on his laptop.
“Why don’t you ask Charlotte and Laurel? I’m sure they’d love to go with you.”
“Oh. Okay. I thought we were going to spend the weekend together,” I said.
“We will. We’ll see each other when you come back from shopping and then we have the whole day Sunday. We can do whatever you want.” He glanced over at me.
“Sure. I’ll text them right now and ask. And don’t forget I have my ultrasound on Monday morning. I told you about it a couple of weeks ago.”
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t go with you on Monday.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have that big meeting with the contractors for the high rise.”
“I thought it was tomorrow.”
“It originally was, but I had to reschedule because my grandfather wants to be there, and he isn’t coming back until Sunday. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.”
“It’s okay. I understand,” I spoke with disappointment. “I’m going downstairs to grab a bottle of water. Do you want anything?”
“I can get it for you.” His lips pressed against the side of my head.
“I’ll go. You stay here and work.”
I climbed out of bed and went down to the kitchen. I wouldn’tlie and say I was fine with him not going with me to the ultrasound. I wasn’t. I was hurt and disappointed. He knew how important this ultrasound was, and I’d be finding out the sex of the baby. Of course,I wanted my best friends there, but I wanted the man I loved to share in the joy with me. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and took it over to the piano. Placing my hands on the keys, I began to softly play Brahms Lullaby. It wasn’t too long before Grayson came down and leaned against the piano.
“What are you doing?”
“Playing for the baby,” I spoke without even looking at him. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
“Okay.” He kissed the top of my head and went upstairs.
He still hadn’t said those three little words every woman longed to hear from the man she loved: I love you. I’d been waiting for him to say it first. Doubt crept into my mind about how he truly felt for me. He didn’t want to go shopping; he couldn’t go to my ultrasoundand never told me he loved me. Shit. Maybe I was overreacting and being a hormonal pregnant woman. I stopped playing, went upstairs, and climbed into his bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I smiled. “I’m just tired.”
“Let’s go to sleep.” He smiled as he ran the back of his hand down my cheek.
Leaning over, I gave him a passionate kiss and then laid my head on his chest as his arm wrapped tightly around me.
“I love you, Grayson.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” He kissed the top of my head. “Goodnight.”
It felt like my heart had stopped. What the fuck was that? He couldn’t even say the words to me. Tears sprung to my eyes as I slowly closed them.
The next morning, I climbed out of bed before his alarm went off, grabbed my clothes, and went home. I wanted to be alone and away from him for a while. It wasn’t too long after that I received a text message from him.
“I’m assuming you went home since I couldn’t find you anywhere in the house. What’s going on?”
“I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to wake you.”
“What’s wrong? How aren’t you feeling well?”
“I feel a little nauseous, and I have a really bad headache. I hope I’m not coming down with the flu or something.”
“You could have stayed here in bed all day. You didn’t have to leave.”
“I just wanted my ownbed.”
“Do you need me to bring you anything before I head to the office?”
“No. I’m good. I’m going to lie down. Have a good day at work.”
“Okay. I want you to rest all day today. I’ll check in with you later.”
I stayed in my pajamas all day just because I felt like it. I didn’t want to go out, and I didn’t want to do anything but binge-watch Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Around one p.m., my phone rang, and Grayson was calling.
“Hello.”
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Not too good.” I lied. “Still battling this nausea and headache.”
“Do you think you should call the doctor?”
“No. This is the same thing Charlotte had last week. I’m sure I got it from her. I’ll be fine. I’m just lying on the couch watching TV.”
“I’ll come over after I leave the office and bring you some soup.”
“That’s sweet of you, Grayson, but I don’t want you to catch this bug.”
“I was already exposed, Harper.”
“Actually, when I’m sick, I like to be alone. I’m weird like that.”
“Oh. Okay. Promise me you’ll call me if you need anything.”
“I will. I love you,” I softly spoke in anticipation of his response.
“Me too. Talk to you later.”