One More Chance novel Chapter 9

~~I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I always forget that you can't read my mind. As long as I got you and me moving through this world as a two-man team, I'll always have everything I need. You don't even realize what you mean. No one could fall for you quite like me. No one could get me so perfectly. You don't even realize you're all that I need~~~

-James TW-

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I waited for another 15 minutes and when my wristwatch showed exactly 5:00 pm, I decided to get up and leave the cafe. I know he's not coming. I'll just try to call him when I get home. I don't think I can wait for him for a couple of hours or even minutes as I suddenly felt tired. Not to mention that my stomach knows the word 'timing' as it started to growl inside. I'm craving again for pasta.

I was waiting for a cab outside the coffee shop when nausea hit me. It's a great relief that someone grabbed my hand and helped me to stand.

"You didn't eat anything inside the cafe, did you?"

"Paul? You came back." I guess it sounded like a question instead of a statement.

"You looked pale, Sam, and yes I came back because I forgot to pay for my coffee."

Maybe if we are in a different situation or if maybe I'm not feeling dizzy, I would have laughed so hard at him. How did he forget to pay for his coffee?

"Where's your car---ohh, you can't drive in your state right now. Do you mind if I drive you home? I don't think I can sleep tonight if I let you go home like this."

"I didn't bring my car. Thanks for the help but I don't want to bother to you anymore, so if it's not too much to ask, can you just please call a taxi for me?"

"Haist, come on, Sam. Don't worry, you're not bothering me and I'm glad to help."

Since I felt my strength slowly draining, I have no choice but to agree with him. I don't have to tell him my address as Dale already brought him once to our house to do their group project.

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"My sweet Jesus! What happened to my baby?"

'Haisst...'

I mentally rolled my eyes when I heard my mom's voice as soon as we entered the living room. Her voice was full of concern but I couldn't help frowning as I heard the word 'baby' again. I'm a grown-up woman and I don't like it when they call me a baby, a kid or a little girl.

"What is going on, Samantha? Why are you with Paul, I mean why is Paul with you?" She asked confused, her eyes were moving from me to Paul and then back to me again.

"Mom, you just reversed your question." This time I couldn't help rolling my eyes while Paul gave her a slight chuckle.

"Okay, but why is he with you?"

"Mom, what's happening here?" someone asked from behind mom before I could open my mouth... and that's Dale.

"Are you two already dating? Are you dating my daughter Paul?"

"Mom?" I frowned.

"Is he your boyfriend, Samantha?"

"Ahem!" Dale raised an eyebrow and I glared at him.

"Mom, he's not my boyfriend---"

"If so, then why is he with you?"

"And why do you look so pale?" Dale asked after mom.

"Because he's helping me and please mom, I'm so tired and I want to rest," I replied, ignoring Dale's question.

"I think she's sick, Cara. Actually, she almost lost her balance if I hadn't held her earlier. She looked so pale and slightly shaking, so I insisted on helping her and taking her home since she didn't use her car."

I glanced at Paul and utter a low 'thank you' which he returned with a genuine smile and also a low 'no worries'.

"Oh, my God, my baby, come here and Paul, please have dinner with us so that I can express my gratitude for helping my daughter." and finally my mom pulled me in her arms.

"Ahh... thanks mom, I thought you weren't going to let us in."

"It's alright, Cara. Sam is not just someone for me, she has also become my friend and I think anyone who has seen her condition earlier wouldn't hesitate to help her."

"Well, thank you so much, Paul, but I insist. Please have dinner with us."

My mom was still convincing him when I felt my head spin again. But thank God, Paul and Dale grabbed me instantly while my mom hugged me. Damn these crazy symptoms!

"Holy shit! Samantha, are you okay?" Dale asked me before I heard a loud slap. "Ouch!"

"Thanks, Mom." And I tried to walk past him but this fucking dizziness really loved to make fun of me. I lost my balance exactly in front of Luke, so it's he who takes my weight.

Aghh, I love him and God knows how much I love him, but instead of feeling relieved in his arms, I felt the opposite. My stomach churned the moment I smelled his cologne and this immediately made me weak.

"Jesus Christ, what is happening to you?" I heard my mom asked but I ignored her. I glanced at Luke who seemed to be unaffected and doesn't have any single clue as to what is happening to me.

"I'm fine, mom, don't worry about me." I secretly wiped the lone tear that fell down my face while still trying to get my balance.

"What are you talking about that we don't have to worry about you? You suddenly came home pale and craving for meatballs and then you're going to say you're fine and that we shouldn't worry about you? It's as if you're having symptoms of being pregnant. Are you pregnant, Samantha?"

I swallowed nervously as soon as I heard my mom's question. I wasn't looking at her but to Luke who also had a shocked expression like me and I don't know how long I hold my breath before hearing Dale's laughter. We all turned to him as it echoed throughout the living room.

"What kind of question is that mom?" and he laughed again. "Samantha is only 17, she doesn't have suitors. She doesn't even know how to use makeup and high heeled shoes, how can she be pregnant?"

Yes, Dale is right. I'm only 17 who know nothing about makeup and don't even have suitors. But none of them knows that it was my choice. I don't entertain boys because I only want someone to notice me.

"I know it's a silly question, but based on how she looks and her cravings, she seemed pregnant."

They continued to argue in front of me without having a single clue that what they were debating was true. I'm pregnant and her father is here, standing next to me... shocked and confused.

"Haist... that's nonsense, mom, I don't like that idea. She's still our baby and she can't get pregnant."

I rolled my eyes, starting to get annoyed again with my brother. I'm not a baby anymore, why can't he understand that?

"Come on, Sam, I'll take you to your room and don't mind our mom's question. Take a rest and I'll be the one to call you later when dinner is ready."

Dale took me by the arm, but because I'm confused by his sudden action, I remained in my spot staring at him.

"What? Do you have something to say or do you want me to carry you to your room?"

"Huh? Ahm... no, I'm fine, I can walk." I said shaking my head. " Paul, thank you again for helping me and for driving me home. I'll make it up to you next time."

"No worries, Sam. You should take a rest now." He smiled.

And with one last glance at Luke who seemed in a daze at the moment, I took Dale's arm and walked with him upstairs.