Page 109 of Skating the Blue Line
What Elliot said, actually helped a lot and most of my anger from early has dissipated, the only thing that still pisses me off is Chloe moving out.
I don’t want her to move out. I look forward to walking through the door and seeing her beautiful smile. And add in the fact that I can see it almost every single day is just icing on the fucking cake.
If she were to stay, I would be okay with everything else.
But like Elliot said, I can’t force her.
I can’t force her to stay and live with me. And if she does decide to stay, it has to come from her and her alone.
No matter what though, her moving out still fucking stings.
I continue to make my trek back to the apartment, making it back into the building and up the elevator to the twentieth floor right before midnight.
Walking in, I half expected to see Chloe still in the living or possibly in the kitchen, but she’s in neither. She must have gone to her room.
Heading down the hallway, I think about knocking on her door like I have done countless times before but this time I think against it.
There's a chance that she is still mad. So giving her more time to calm down might be a good idea.
So instead of knocking, I continue to walk down the hallway and head into my room.
It doesn’t take long for me to get ready for bed and to turn off all the lights and lay in bed contemplating every little thing.
Around two in the morning, my bedroom door opens and Chloe comes in.
She doesn’t say a single thing as she closes the door behind her or even as she moves through the room or climbs onto the bed.
All month she has been in my bed, and after everything that has happened tonight, I thought that tonight was going to be different.
I’m glad that it isn’t because the second I feel her body pressed against mine, I relax and open up my arms for her.
Her head lands on my chest and one arm across my bare stomach, while the other rests against her baby bump.
Having lay here with me like this is as if nothing happened.
Eventually I break the silence. “Are you really going to move out?” I ask my voice low.
I hate the answer right away. “Yes.”
One simple word and it changes everything.
“Okay.” I say, feeling defeated.
“I’m sorry.” she says, a wetness lading against my chest.
She’s crying and I say the only thing that I can say.
“I’m sorry too.”
28
CHLOE
“What doyou think about the name Sienna?” I ask as I sit cross legged on the floor, watching Liam put together a crib for the nursery in his extra bedroom.
After putting it off for so long, we finally decided that it was time to get some baby furniture and start putting everything together since our window of when the baby is going to come keeps getting smaller and smaller.
“I like it,” Liam starts. “But I’m not overly in love with it,” he finishes as he screws on one of the wooden legs.
