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My Second Chance novel Chapter 27

Sapphire's P.O.V

I smelt his scent before I saw him.

"Hey kitten." He hugged me from behind. "Go away." I grumbled. "Harsh." He muttered, resting his chin on my head, making me feel absolute tiny against him. "Go bathe." I sighed, flipping a chocolate chip pancake over. "What's wrong?" I could just see him frowning. "Nothing's wrong." I dismissed it with a wave of my spatula, stealing a glance at him. His hair was sticking you in different directions as if he ran his hand through his hair several dozen times. It's cute though.

"Yeah right, and I'm secretly the moon goddess in disguise." He snorted, showing how much disbelief he directed at my statement. "Mother nature decided to pay me a visit." I grumbled in annoyance. "Mother nature?" He furrowed his eyebrows. God he's slow.

It's exactly how I put it. I felt a pain shoot up my stomach at around 5 in the morning. Yes people, 5 in the morning!!! Not even an earthquake can usually get me out of bed. But one stupid call from the Red River and I leapt up faster than you can say leaping hippos. That explains a lot. Then I had to drag my sorry ass to Clover's room and get pads from her. It's exactly as embarassing as it sounds.

It's like Mother Nature is telling me, Hey Sapphire, congratulations on not getting banged up and pregnant, here's a hell lot of blood and cramps to celebrate with!

"Oh. Oh." His eyes widened with realization. "Yeah, oh. Now move." I snapped. Wow I'm cranky. That happens when woman gets her period. To all the guys out there, so not mess with a woman when mother nature visits her cause they can get really, really, really vicious. As vicious as a kitten... or a goose. He moved immediately, making me feel a little proud of myself. Sorry, my brain works weirdly every time it happens.

I placed the chocolate chip pancake onto the plate gently and stared at it longingly. "So now the pancake gets more love than me." He pouted. Love, that word made me freeze and I remembered Georgia and I's conversation.

I know when my son's falling in love. And I think he has already past that stage.

Past that stage, does it mean he has... fallen in love with me?

I felt my breath hitch and my heart pounded even more louder against my rib cage. I was suddenly aware of how close we were. His arm that was wrapped around my waist send shocks and tingles up my body. I felt safe and warm against him.

How is it that I become aware to our situations whenever that word is present?

You know the answer freakin well, Gwen sighed. No I don't, I said stubbornly. Yeah right, Gwen snorted. Stop wasting your time on her Gwen, we both know that she's a chicken to admit that she loves him, Drew grumbled. No I'm not. I'm not afraid, I retorted. Chicken, Drew taunted. Sapphire, don't be a coward, Gwen said cheekily. Come on, you can't lie you people who can literally read your every thought, literally, Drew shrugged. Shut up guys, I growled. What's that?! I can't hear you over the loud lies! Gwen yelled. I said, shut up, I growled in frustration. I can't hear you, Drew yelled. Great, now she's in the game as well. And let me tell you, having two people yelling in your head hurts and is annoying as fuck.

Fine! I love him! I've fallen for him! Happy now?! I yelled in frustration. Gwen and Drew both whooped. I widened my eyes. It slipped out... so easily.

I... I admitted it... I...love him.

I forced myself to act normal. It's not easy when you just admited that you love a guy, even if it's mentally. "I'll go bathe first. I expect to see some delicious breakfast when I get down." He grinned cheekily and sauntered out. Yes, sauntered out. I meant what I meant. I surpressed a giggle and Ryder smiled at me knowingly before disappearing out of the kitchen. I continued to make pancakes. What were we talking about before he said that he was going to bathe?

I struggled to remember the last sentence of our conversation. If I'm not mistaken, it had something to do with my love for pancakes....

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