It has been two weeks since Blake’s barbeque party.
I don’t know how to explain this but something changed that night. I’m not sure if it’s me, or Blaze.
One thing is for a certain, Chelsea and Sheldon have started dating since that weekend.
Blake's been at his parents' house since the party. We've been texting, which I find very weird as we don't usually text each other often.
Mom's making me do all sorts of things in the house. - B
You're such a momma's boy - M
Am not! - B
Then why are you still there tho? - M
Just admit that you miss me already. ONLY THEN will I come back - B
I caught myself giggling at his text. Why do I find this so cute? Snap out it, Maddy!
I really want to tell him that I miss his stupid ass but I don't want to seem weird or clingy. Instead, I decided to distract myself by running on the treadmill I have here in my apartment. I put on my gym bra and very tight shorts, turn on the music to a high, and hopped on the treadmill machine. It feels so good to exercise.
After one hour of stationary running, I turned the machine off. I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat off of me. Moments later, the doorbell rang. Who could it be? I wasn't expecting anyone to come over. Especially when it's already nine in the evening.
I opened the door to see a heavily breathing Blake Garette. "Blake? What are you doing here?"
"You stopped answering my texts. I called as well but you wouldn't pick up. So I thought something might have happened," he explained in between breaths. He came in and went directly to my fridge looking for something to quench his thirst.
"Did you run coming here?" Feeling so dumbfounded as to why he was out of breath and full of sweat.
"From downstairs to here, I did. Did you work out?" He shouted with his head still peeking inside my fridge. "There's some Gatorade in there if you don't want water," I said. He took the bottle of Gatorade and drank all of it to the drop.
"Yeah, I worked out. What's up, Blake?" I'm so confused at the moment. I thought he was at home with his parents, which is a one-hour drive.
"I got worried," That's all he said. He took off his shirt and crashed on my sofa. Meanwhile, I'm staring at him, still feeling confused at his sudden intrusion. "What?" he finally noticed my perplexed state.
"What the hell, Blake?" I raised my voice.
"I can't explain it as well, okay? I just got worried that you didn't answer my texts and calls. So I came here as fast as I can," he tried to explain. Getting an answer from this guy is like waiting for rain in summer. "Whatever, I'm taking a shower," I walked out of the living room.
"Can I join?" He shouted.
"NO!"
"I'm coming in!" That stubborn little... grrr!
"Try and you'll never see me naked ever again!" I threatened.
"Sir, yes, sir!" He replied.
I laughed at our little exchange. This guy really is something. Minutes later, I come out of my bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around my body and catch a shirtless Blake on my bed, his face buried on one of my pillows.
"Blake, are you asleep? take off your pants, please."
He turned around, smirking at me. "My oh my, our little Madison is getting aggressive by the day. I knew you missed me," he laughed.
"Ha, ha, ha! You make me laugh. I meant your pants are dirty. Take it off my bed right now, Blake. I mean it."
"Fine," he finally concedes.
I take some clothes from the cabinet and went back to the bathroom to change. I couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere between Blake and me. What is this?
"Hey, you want to watch something on Netflix?" he shouted from my bed. "Nah, I want to read a book tonight. Are you staying the night?
"Can I? I'm too tired to drive back to my place," he whines. What is up with this guy? He's never like this. He's acting all needy. The weird part is I kind of like it.
"Okay, but you have to be quiet. I really like to read my book in peace, "I told him, picking up a book on my bedside table. He looked at me for a minute or two before he asked, "Is it that time of the month already? Is that why you're a bit grumpy?"
I was already sitting beside him on the bed when he asked me the question. Instead of getting upset, I found myself laughing at his curiosity. "Why are you laughing?" he looked so dumbfounded. He's now laying on his front, hugging a pillow.
I suppressed the rest of my laughter and tried to answered his question. "No, it's not that time of the month yet, silly. I just find you different tonight." What he said and did next gave me the chills. He came closer to me and buried his face on my stomach, wrapping his arms around my waist, and said, "I know, right? Maybe I'm the one who's having that time of the month."
What does he mean by that? Does it mean that he noticed the atmosphere change between us too? Maybe Chelsea was right, going to the barbeque party might have been a bad idea after all.
I tried to subtly read him but he has closed his eyes and dozed off—or pretended to do so. I shook off whatever it is that's making me curious and turned back to reading my book. Before diving into the fictional story from another world, I cleared my thoughts first. "Stop reading into this, Maddy," I scold myself.
Did something really change between us? Should I be scared?
I've been avoiding Blake for a week now.I can't explain why I'm feeling different towards him. I have a theory in mind but I still refuse to entertain such a thought. I can't let my feelings ruin what we have. I can't let feelings ruin me ever again.It's Saturday and I'm currently at a baking class. Blake has texted me five times today about my whereabouts. Not texting him back has been eating my conscience. Maybe he just needs some company after being at his parents' house for two weeks. Memories of him and his ex-girlfriend at that house must have affected him. He was asked to come back that morning after he came rushing to my apartment just because I no longer replied.This will explain his behavior lately. Giving in to my guilt, I finally texted him.I'm
We ended up having our order for take-out.Blake wanted us to hang out in his apartment instead. If there's one thing I know about Blake Garette is his need for physical contact when he's not feeling okay. He's very bothered about something. I strongly believe that it's because of Bianca.The ride to his apartment was silent. I didn't bother trying to lift up the mood. I just held his hand.Upon arriving at Blake's place, he immediately took off his leather jacket and crashed on the sofa. His loft looks like any other bachelor's pad. He's got this big black leather sofa, an enormous widescreen LED TV; he's really into watching live sports, and he has a short-distance staircase that takes you to his king-size bed.Of course, he also ha
I'm falling.— hard and fast.I can't and I won't ruin what I have with Blake.We're both broken, we both know it even though we've tried convincing each other that we're not. It's like telling your friend that she looks pretty in that dress, even if she doesn't.Mixing emotions into our situation would probably end up in a big mess. As of the moment, Blake Garette plays a big part in my life. He's my very good friend. I've learned to depend on him, and it's possible that the feeling is mutual.What will happen if I confess? Would he feel the same? My biggest fear is that he'd feel awkward about it and slowly drift away. He told me a few times before that he has stopped playing
Currently, I'm laying on Chelsea's bed.My eyes have been puffy from all the crying.It's been three days since I came back from New York. My one-week stay has been cut short after realizing what was happening to me. The morning after my endless vomiting, I called the front desk to buy a pregnancy test.I should have known this would happen. I should have known something like this will happen to me. Nothing is ever perfect for Madison Waters. Nothing ever goes to plan.I called Chelsea as soon as I saw the positive sign. I was bawling my eyes out and she ordered me to come home immediately. I went straight to her apartment when I flew back home. She just opened her arms and hugged me.
Blake decided he didn't want to talk to me.I must have hurt him so much. It's been more than a week and I think I can't wait for him anymore. I wanted to tell him before I go to the doctor and see how far along I am. I rub my stomach, trying to find comfort from my unborn child."It's okay, baby, we can get through this."I'm currently sitting on my sofa, craving beer. Instead, I'm sipping on some fresh juice that Chelsea got me. This will take so much of getting used to. I should just go to the doctor. I don't know why I'm putting so much emotion into this. To hell with him!I've been thinking too much about making this announcement a big deal! This is why I hate emotions! It makes people irrational. Feeling so hormonal, I took out
"You are about 4-6 weeks pregnant," the doctor says as she swivels around that thing they put cold gel on for the ultrasound."Wow," I heard Blake express. "When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" He dumbly asked.I smacked the back of his head which earned an "ow" face from him. "What? I don't know this stuff," he defended.The doctor just laughed and said, "you two make a good couple. But to answer your question, first-time dad, it's far too early to tell the sex of the baby. I will have you booked for the next appointment.""Thanks, doc," I shyly smiled. "No worries. But this stage is very crucial to the mommy. That's why you, sir, should take extra good care of your wife," the doctor sermoned.
I'm sitting on the bed while Blake is busy trying to talk to our unborn child."Hey, kiddo. How are you doing inside? Just tell me if you don't like what your mom is eating, 'cause I will force her to eat fruit loops if you want 'em," he whispers, his hands rubbing my stomach like it's a magic 8 ball.I giggled at his childishness. "Blaze, what are you doing?" I asked."I heard it's good to talk to the child while they're inside," he explained."Well, not this early!" I slapped his arms."You never know, Maddy. It's some kind of telepathic stuff," he defended.He then proceeded to plant small kisses on my stomach. "I love you, kiddo
It's Friday and it has officially been five days since Blake and I decided to romantically be together. Of course, this is all thanks to our unexpected unborn child.Blake has been all up my pregnant business—cooking for me all the time, making sure I drink the right kind of milk or eat the right kind of food. Drive me around to wherever I want to go. It's crazy. Don't even get me started on the books he bought about babies and how to be good parents.I haven't said anything or negatively reacted to anything yet because I didn't want to ruin this for him. Our current situation lightened him up so bright that I feel like it's making him whole again. This little melon inside me is somehow fixing him.His mood has changed completely. He's always excited about the l