Chapter Twenty.

"That film didn't even make sense," Jade complained as she walked out of the cinema. "The camera angles were just wrong and all I could focus on was that girl's eyebrows."

Beck looked at her and sighed. "It was Cat's choice."

"She hardly watched any of it; she was too busy snuggling up to Robbie."

He laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Leave them to it, they're happy. Something Cat hasn't been in a long time."

She looked at him. "If he breaks her heart again…"

"I know. You'll go after him with a spade or something."

"Scissors, I'll break out my collection of scissors from high school."

"Oh, you're getting a little serious." He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shrugged. "It'll be only what she deserves, after all he'll have Cat and the…"

"What?" Beck waited for her to finish the sentence. "And what?"

"If I tell you, you must swear to act like you don't know, okay?"

He nodded, pondering what it could be.

"She's possibly heading for the same ending as me…" She hinted at him as she poked her stomach, she would feel guilty if it she told him straight-out.

"I don't understand."

"Evie will suddenly have a new sibling," she said, she decided that it wasn't exactly telling him.

Beck took a few seconds to catch on. "She's not…"

"Yup, she's late so now they're both paranoid. She's got an appointment soon."

"We better shut up, they're coming over here." He spied them opening the doors.

Jade smirked at him. "Make me."

He grinned, kissing her as they approached.

"You know when it's dark in the cinema? That's the ideal time for that kind of thing," Robbie commented, his hand stitched tightly to Cat's.

Jade pulled away from Beck. "And you two sure did."

Tori stared blankly at the wall ahead of her.

She was supposed to be marking the class' singing theory papers she'd asked them to complete whilst she was away. She'd begun to mark one, they'd done quite well… for the first question at least. She hadn't got any further. Tori concentrated on the wall, wasting time just by being there instead of returning home to reality.

"Hey, you didn't come home."

She looked down at her laptop on the desk. It was already nine o'clock.

"I lost track of time," she excused herself, looking up at André. Her face turned to one of horror. "Why have you brought him here?"

He bounced the small baby in his arms. "I thought you'd like to see him."

"He might catch something, André!" she shouted, taking Jacob from her husband. "He's barely a few days old; he should leave a clean, sterilised environment."

André stood at a loss. "I don't know what you want me to do, Tori."

She put Jacob back into his pram, pulling the clear roof over it. "I want you to be a responsible parent for our son."

"I mean about you."

Tori looked up, sitting back down at her desk and trying to continue browsing through the various emails she had. André walked over and shut the lid. He stood and looked at her.

"You won't talk to me. You just shout all of the time. You can't even look me in the eye."

She didn't move.

"I want to help you. I need to know what's wrong, Tori. The doctor's appointment, the talk with Cat, I just want to help you. You're my wife; I promised on the day we got married I'd look after you in sickness and in health, for better for worse."

Tori let a few stray tears roll down her cheeks, she finally looked at him. "I'm scared, André. What if I never feel okay again?"

He knelt down in front of her. "Why?"

"Everything is suddenly different."

"But we're in it together, Tori. I promise."

Tori didn't speak; she was taking in his words.

"I know actions speak louder than words but come here." He held out a hand to her.

She took it lightly, standing up. He walked her to the centre of the room. He slipped the wedding ring off of her hand, smiling at her. He held it at the end of her finger.

"I, André Johnathon Harris, take thee, Victoria Louise Vega, to be my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part."

Tori smiled at him, she couldn't help but do so. He was reciting their wedding vows.

"I will love you until the sky is falling down on us and even then I will love you. I will listen to you forever and give you everything I have." André meant every word. "I want you to feel loved and know that you're beautiful even when you wear your reading glasses and dance around the house in your sweat pants. I just want you to know even when I make stupid mistakes that I'm always going to be sorry because I love you, Victoria, I always have done and I always will do."

She looked at him, kissing his cheek. "I love you too, André."

"Come on, let's go home, Jacob needs his bath and we need to cuddle," he said, taking her hand in his and pushing his son with the other hand. "Take your mind off everything for a while."

Maybe things weren't going to be so bad after all.

"I enjoyed tonight," Cat said as she lay with Robbie on her bed.

They had been there for a couple of hours, just talking occasionally as they watched some reality TV.

"Good, that's all I wanted you to do."

"I think we should tell Evie. She really likes you, Robbie."

He looked her in the eye. "Are you serious?"

Cat traced the outline of his lips with her fingertip. "But I have to be sure you're not going away, I don't want Evie to think you're sticking around then suddenly you'll vanish."

"I'm not going anywhere, why would I?"

"Life seems greener on the other side again." Cat sighed.

Robbie shook his head. "Never again, Annie and Lucy have fixed it all up for us to stay here."

"Promise me?"


Cat sat up. "Words are just ink in the air until they are put into action."

"I know. I want it to be like this forever."

"You're crazy for wanting me."

Robbie laughed. "Crazy doesn't cover how I feel about you."

"You were dropped on your head during childhood, weren't you?"

"Marry me."

"What?" Cat looked at him dazed.

Robbie looked at her. "You heard me, Cat."

"You're joking, right?"

He shook his head. "Nope, but I'll ask again when you're less dazed."

The phone began ringing. Cat assumed Jade would answer it.

"So what shall our plans be for tomorrow?" Robbie asked her.

She shrugged. "Whatever you want, maybe we could take Evie out for dinner?"

"If that's what you want, Cat." He brushed her hair behind her ear.

They leaned in to one another.

"Cat! Cat!" Jade screamed at the top of her voice, she burst into the room. The phone pressed to her chest.

"What is it?" Cat frowned; staring at Jade's panicked expression.

"It's Evie."

Cat beckoned her to hand the phone to her. "Caterina Valentine speaking."

Then her face dropped too.


Tori didn't move. She couldn't move. She tried in vain to get to Jacob who was crying. The shock was too much. She didn't think she was injured. She couldn't see anything due to the spider web in front of her. She glanced at André, he wasn't awake, he was breathing. She hoped he was breathing, she prayed he was.

"André… André wake up," she begged over and over.

She couldn't get to her son, she couldn't help her husband.

How was she going to get out of this one?


I'm heading for drama. Like real drama.

Maybe I'm cruel but you know, it's my writing style. :')

Keeps your attention and allows your imaginations to grow whilst you think of what it could possibly be. ;)

Anyway, yeah, I'm not in a very good mood. My best friend hates me. Even if she doesn't, she minds well. :(

Life is a bad stabbing cow. I try to make people happy and it just slaps me in the face with reality.

And him. He's perfect just he's miles away and doesn't talk to me.

Sorry for the rant.

Love Always,

Chasing Midnight.

(That best friend, the one I think I'm on about here, hasn't spoken to me much recently. It's quite funny because I don't even know what I've done. And who the heck is he? Who is perfect? Yeah. That one beats me.)