He Stole My Heart ✅

85 - Fight for her

The next morning I was woken by a hand brushing my hair fondly. I leaned closer into the warmth. The hairs falling on my face were tucked behind my ear. I opened my eyes drowsily and saw Jason sitting beside me on the bed.

I smiled at him sadly wishing to never wake up from this dream and closed my eyes but again snap opened them when I heard him say,

"I am gone not even for a week and you made me come running back to you. Why can't you take care of yourself? The number of calls I received because of you." He shook his head in disappointment.

I blinked my eyes rapidly. Is he here? Is this not a dream? I raised my hand to touch his cheek. Jason looked surprised by my action for a second and then placed his hand on mine.

"You aren't dreaming." He chuckled looking at my face.

I looked confused for a second and was about to ask but he cut me in between.

"I told you I always know what's going on in this head of yours." He knocked my head.

"Then why can't you understand when I was joking?" I asked meekly staring away from his eyes.

Jason stayed calm without answering me. I continued seeing him quiet.

"How can you think I'm doubting you? How can I love you if I don't trust you? When Kristina asked me earlier that day I told her to not worry...that I trust you." I said teary-eyed.

"I know... I'm sorry. It's just I was frustrated with work and took it out on you. All I wanted was to finish my damn dinner in peace and sleep with you in my arms." He murmured, his hand brushing my cheek.

Tears started flowing down my eyes. I sat up in the bed cross-legged and started hitting him.

"Woah! what happened? I said I'm sorry." He asked grabbing both my wrists in his hands.

"Because of you, I'm turning to those girls who bitch about their mother-in-law," I said irritated loosening my wrists from his grip. I placed my face in my palms crying irritated with myself.

"Okay, kitty sorry. It is my fault. Stop crying. Oh, God! Why do you cry so much?" He asked irritation seeping through his low voice and tried pulling my face away from my hands.

"Then why do you make me cry so much?" I raised my face and gritted my teeth at him.

"Sorry. I will make sure of that next time. I will never make you cry, promise." Jason pulled me into a hug and murmured in my hair.

"I... I think I'm pregnant." I dropped the bomb on him still hugging.

He stayed the same, there is no change in his posture or grip, or breathing, while my body is covered in a cold sweat. My breathing hitched in my throat, my chest tightened. I held the ends of his sweatshirt in a tight grip.

What if he says he isn't ready for the baby?

Am I ready for the baby?

A million more crazy thoughts raced through my brain. A whimper escaped from the back of my throat.

"You aren't pregnant, Amy. But if you are... I think we will make crazy parents." He chuckled breaking the hug and wiping my tears with his thumb.

"How are you so sure?" I asked puzzled.

"I heard you have a test lying here somewhere. Take it and we can be sure."

I came back with the test strip in my hands from the washroom. Jason looked at me with raised brows.

"Negative"

"See I told you." He chuckled.

I sat beside him on the bed and placed the test strip on the table next to me. I thought I would overcome with relief but sadness gripped my heart.