When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 49

"I'm fine. Just help me up would you?" She slightly chuckles in pain as her hands come out for me to hold. I stand up, slowly helping her as well. 

The expression on my face must not have changed as Dee continues to explain herself.  "I'm fine, Kaz. It's just my morning sickness kicking in again," Her hand pats my chest as flashes me that beautiful smile that I could never get sick of. 

I sigh, pulling her into me as I gently squeeze her with my arms. The warm pit feeling in my stomach arises as I felt her fingers comb through the back of my hair. 

What wrong with me? How did I come up with the idea that running off to drink was the best solution to being asked a confronting question? It made me realise what a selfish and insecure jerk I am. 

I probably made Dee question that her asking me whether I was ready to be a father was insulting for me, when really I was just blank on how to answer the question myself. I hated being thrown into the spotlight without knowing how I'm supposed to respond with. 

All I knew was that Dee's life, health and safety was my priority, someone I was willing to sacrifice everything for. She needs me more than ever now, and I was acting like a teenager running away from his problems instead of engaging with them. 

"Kaz?"

I snap out of the little world and look at Dee. She was looking up at me in worry. "Are you ok? You spaced out a little," 

I look down at her with guilt displayed on my face. My fingers graze her soft cheeks as I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm so sorry,"

She raises her eyebrow, giving me a confused look. "About what?" 

"About yesterday...I think I got cold feet about being a father," I come clean as I loosen my grip on her.

She chuckles and shakes her head. "Why are you apologizing? I know you don't like being put on the spot" She moved over to the bed, setting it up to her it originally looked before she spelt in it last night. "Plus, it was stupid of me to ask. I know you're ready and I'm sure you're going to be a great father...Planned or not." She smiles over her shoulder as she lifts the pillows putting them in the right position.

I grab her elbow, stopping her from making the bed. "It wasn't stupid of you to ask, Dee. Never think that asking someone for reassurance is stupid if you know it'll make you feel better." I pause. "You have every right to ask me if I'm ready...I'm in it just as much as you, baby."

She stood up on her toes, placing a peck against my cheek. "Thank you, Kaz." 

"Why aren't you mad at me?" I pout, wanting to know how she is so calm from my intolerant behaviour. "You didn't even sleep with me yesterday."  

Dee rolled her eyes playfully as she placed the last pillow against the bed. "That's because you reeked of alcohol, Kaz. I don't want to inhale anything dangerous," She moves swiftly out the door and down the stairs. 

Should I be happy she's not mad? 

"You still didn't answer my question?" I ask as I follow her dazed in confusion. 

Dee whips her hair around and chuckles. "Nothing will make me mad this week, Kazy," She says as she walks backwards, to face me, while I follow her like a lost puppy, keeping an eye she doesn't bump into anything. 

We enter the kitchen and I watch her jump skip around the kitchen. 

"Why..uh exactly?" I ask as I sit down on the counter. 

She opens the fridge and pulls out milk, while her other hand was occupied with two bowls. Placing it on the counter she grins. "Landon and Layla are getting married this week...You do  remember that, right?"