32A.N: Hey guys :) Alyssa wrote ALL of this chapter, it's awesome, isn't it? I only wrote the paragraph at the end, so I really can't take any credit for the awesome-ness of this chapter! Isn't it awesome? She is waayy too good at this! Review please :)
Disclaimer: Alyssa & I do not own Sonny... or at least if we do, we're not aware of it! If we do own Sonny, however, there will be major Channy in the episodes (who votes we own SWAC? lol) Enjoy ppls :)
Chapter 2
CPOV
"Mr. Cooper, Mr. Cooper!"
Ugh. Isn't there anywhere I can go without the paparazzi swarming me?
I pushed up the sunglasses on my face and pushed my way through the crowd, trying to hold onto the paper bag from the market. A ton of men with cameras were crowding me, all shouting different questions, most of which were full of bull.
"Cooper, Cooper, is it true that you were spotted with Tawni Hart the other night?!"
"Is it true that Sonny isn't really carrying your child?"
"Mr. Cooper, is it true that an old enemy has just been released from prison and is still working to track you down?"
Now, that one got me, but I simply replied 'Excuse me, no comment," until I reached the car. I clambered inside and leaned back with a groan. "Drive," I muttered to the driver, pulling off my glasses and sighing.
My phone vibrated. "This is Chad," I answered.
"Hello, Chad."
That voice. The slightly husky, masculine voice. It turned my insides to ice. I clenched my jaw and tried not to panic. My mind whirled as I tried to think up a reply.
"James. What do you want?"
SPOV
I yawned and turned the page of the book I was reading. 'Parenting: The First Year.' Chad bought it for me. He was taking this baby thing to a whole new level. I think he was more nervous than excited about our baby at times. Our bookshelf had three whole shelves full of baby books, pregnancy and (ugh) birth. Joy. The one thing I was not looking forward to. That..and changing diapers. But that's why they invented husbands. (Snicker, snicker)
I placed the book down and rubbed my stomach. "Hi, baby," I murmured. "Aren't you excited to be here? Only two more weeks."
The baby moved and I leaned back, sighing.
Suddenly, the door banged open. "Sonny!"
Chad blew in faster than a hurricane, stopping in front of me and grabbing me up from the couch. He pulled me close.
"Sonny, are you all right?" he murmured. "It's okay…I'm here."
I pulled back slightly. "Chad…" My voice was muffled against his shirt. "Chad..Chad, your squishing me and Junior…and I CAN'T BREATHE."
"Oh…sorry." He let me go and I let out a breath. "Sorry," he repeated, running a hand through his hair, his face taking on a hint of red. "I just…It's so close I get nervous."
I stared at him intently. His blue eyes refused to meet mine, his shoe nervously scuffing the carpet.
He was lying.
"You're lying," I accused. His eyes widened.
"No I'm not," he said, trying to sound innocent. He pulled me closer and kissed my neck. "You're being paranoid Sonshine," he murmured.
"And now you're trying to seduce me," I added, pulling away. He grinned the smile he always used to use when we were on our honeymoon.
"Is it working?"
I resisted the urge to slap him. Hard. Instead, I turned heel and walked away, grabbing the book along the way. "Fine, whatever." I slammed the book down on the dining table and opened up the refrigerator. Chad followed me as I angrily pulled out the hot fudge and a pickle.
"Sonny, don't be like that," he begged lightly. I felt his hand on my back. I pushed it away and grabbed my food, marching upstairs. Chad followed me and held the door open before I slammed it in his face.
"Don't be like that," he repeated.
I spun around. "Oh yeah? Then stop lying to me! What is wrong?"
He tried the innocent thing again. "Nothing, Sons-"
"Call me Sonshine and you are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mister Chad Dylan Cooper!"
Honestly, I didn't mean to scream.
Chad flinched and bit his lip, looking down. He suddenly looked like a very young boy, with his hair hanging in his sad eyes and his face drooping.
I felt my anger melt away. "Chad…I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling majorly guilty at the fact that I'd screamed at him for, really, nothing. "I... I'm just sorry." I replied softly, stepping into the bedroom and sighing. "I guess these hormones are really taking control." I laughed quietly, hoping Chad would let me shrug it off. Thankfully, he just sat down beside me, rubbing my back gently. Sometimes he made me feel so guilty with how forgiving he was. And yes, Chad Dylan Cooper can be forgiving, even if it's unbelievable for some of you.
"It's okay, Son-beam. Why don't you get some rest?" He offered instead, obviously letting my actions slide, for now. I nodded gratefully as I pulled the covers over myself, staring at the sheets as he flicked the lights off, his eyes staying on me. I didn't miss his soft sigh, his lingering gaze, before the room was enveloped in darkness.
I wound the sheet through my hands, letting the soft sigh escape from my lips.
Who knew that pregnancy was such an roller coaster?