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Chapter 35- Memories

"I guess it did." He said.

"I love you." Ryder said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I love you too." I got on my tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips.

"I love you more."

"That's can't be possible, because I love you much more than you love me." He said.

"Let's just agree we love each other more than anything." I said.

"Agreed." He whispered in my ear.

"You want to try out the new lingerie for me." I rolled my eyes pushing him away.

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'.

"It was worth a try." He mumbled to myself.

"Maybe for your birthday." I winked, his face lit up and I chuckled.

"Promise?"

"I said maybe not that I promised, but if you be a good boy than you'll get rewarded." I tapped his nose and ran out the closet and my parents bedroom and ran to mine.

I opened the door and grinned. Everything still looked the same, my kind size bed was still placed in the middle, my blue zebra patterned walls still looked freshly painted, my name hung above my bed in blue and white wooden letters. The soft white rug in the middle with my zebra pattern beanbag. My plasma tv hanged on top along with the Xbox. The book shelve was on the far right corner. My desk right next to it. The big circle window on the left wall, with my closet right beside it. My bathroom on the other side of the window. Everything still looked the same, my happy free carefree spirit could be felt in the air. I jumped on the bed and pulled me knees to my chest, I felt the bed dip and opened my eyes. Ryder was looking at me with a grin.

"So this is your room?" Ryder asked.

"Obviously my name is hanging right there." I pointed behind me where my the wooden letters hanged.

"Your mom designed it amazingly." He complemented.

"Actually my grandma designed it, she was an interior designer." I said and he nodded understanding. We lied on our backs staring at the ceiling where my glow and the dark stars were. We were silent for a few minutes, the silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it felt safe in some type of way.

"Tell me about your mom." Ryder said breaking the silence in between us.

It took me several minutes to encounter what he said, I sighed and kept my eyes trained on the stars.

"She was beautiful—no, she was stunning. She looked like a goddess her beautiful long brown hair, her big brown eyes, breathtaking smile. She was flawless in my eyes. Everybody loved her, admired her, and cared for her. She was a loving daughter, friend, wife, and mother. She would always try to find time to spend with me and my dad. She loved us, we were her world. There were times I doubted her love, but now I realized I was being selfish. Just because she couldn't play with me when ever I wanted I though she didn't love me. Now I realized that was really bitchy of me. Over the years you could say we drifted apart. I tried getting their attention by getting in trouble and stuff, but that didn't work so after a while I gave up. I thought they didn't care about me and I hated them for that because I thought they cared more about their company than me. Now that I'm older I realized that they worked their asses off just to please me and get me things I wanted. I hated myself for that still do. I was so selfish and obnoxious never caring about others than myself. On the day they died, I made my parents and myself a promise. That from that day forward I would never put myself in front of others and put them a first priority. I knew my mom and dad would be so proud of me and wouldn't have wanted me to cry myself to sleep or cry in general. They always wanted me to stay happy, their happy child. I love my mom she's my heroine, she's my role model, she the women I look up to because without her I wouldn't be where I am today. I admire her because she's taught me all the stuff I know today." I placed both hands on my stomach.

"Your mother sounds like an amazing woman." Ryder says turning his head to the side to face me.

"She was." I turn my head to look at him. I stare into his beautiful hazel eyes. He looks so calm and perfect, why did he ever fall for someone like me. What did I ever do to deserve such an amazing person?

"Tell me about your parents." I say.

He sighed and sat up, pulling me on top of him he lied back down. I could hear his heart beating and feel his breathing above my head.

"We used to be a the "perfect" family. I was the golden boy, rich parents, perfect grades, amazing looks, talented athlete, all that shit. But over the years our family started to drift apart, my dad spent to much time at work, my mom always traveling for her fashion shows, and I was always caught up with football and party's. During those years I realized my dad wouldn't come home 'till morning, and always had lipstick smudges on his cheek and neck. I shrugged it off thinking it was my mother. One day I came home early from school, when I entered the house I heard noise from upstairs, my dads room. Like they say 'curiosity killed the cat'. I peeped through the door and saw my dad with his secretary. I stayed quite, I didn't tell my mom. I was only thirteen at the time, the next year I found out my mom was cheating on my dad too, with her best friends husband. Again I stayed quiet, but this time I felt different. I didn't want to be the golden boy anymore, acting like my life is perfect when it isn't. So I turned badass, my parents were pissed but I didn't give a fuck. One day we got into an argument, and everything slipped out, my parents found out about each other's affairs, they couldn't get a divorce or it would ruin their name and shit. They blamed me for everything, every single shit. They said I was already ruining their name, but I just laughed and told them to fuck off. Remember when I told you about Rachel?" He questioned and I nodded in response.

"Well after my parents found out she was pregnant, they were happy because they knew this would boost up the company and that both Rachel's and my parents company's would get together and it would bring a lot of money. But when they found out about the abortion, they were mad, furious. They blamed it on me saying it was all my fault, that I was the one that told her to get an abortion. They told me, they don't even consider me their son anymore, I was furious, I was devastated. But I didn't show any emotion, I stopped showing emotion the day I found my dad cheating on my mom. That's why I am the way I am. Because they made me this way." His jaw clenched every time he mentioned his parents, like it hurt him just thinking about them.

I pecked him and the lips hugging him tightly.

"Ryder I'm sorry you had to go through all that. They are assholes for not caring about a person as amazing as you are. They don't know what they are missing out on." I say. He grinned and kissed on the lips, that later turned into s make out session.

I pulled away and say on his lap.

"Well let's go down and see what the they're doing. I don't need Logan burning the house." I chuckled.

"True, let's go." He carried me bridal style ignoring me when I told him to put me down. Asshole. You mean, charming asshole. Shut up brain.

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Sorry I'm a few hours late, next update will be in a couple of hours. So I know this is not the best chapter, but I hope you liked it. Comment if I should make a second book, it will be about Nichole and Ryder lives with the baby. Remember to vote and share. Appreciate it. ;)

~Y.S~

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