Rewritten (Unwritten Book 2) (11 page)

I turn around, smiling my cocky smile, “Yeah, you like?”

I hold out my arms to the side, showing off the dark silver Hugo Boss slim fitting suit I’m wearing with a white shirt underneath and the top two buttons left undone.

“I have to go to work, I have an early meeting. Come on, I’ve got to get going so I can take you home.”

“You… you look so different,” she says surprised.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Oh no, no, it’s not bad,” she smiles. “So, you really are an architect?”

I laugh, “Um, yeah. Did you think I was lying last night?”

“No, I just couldn’t picture it,” she looks me up and down. “I can see it now though.”

I grab her ass smiling. “How I’d love to fuck you again right now. But we have to go. Come on. Keep the shirt. It looks good on you.”

She slips on her shorts and grabs her purse from the living room before I hand her a motorcycle helmet. “Here, you can carry this down.”

“Shut up. You drive a motorcycle, too? You have this bad boy thing down. Well, except for this whole suit thing. That’s just damn sexy.”

I grab her, pulling her in close, “Seeing you do the walk-of-shame wearing my t-shirt is sexy as hell.” I kiss her, leaning her back before grabbing her ass again, “Let’s go.”

We hop on my all black Ducati and drive to her place. After I park, we hop off and I walk her to her door. “So, can I get your number?”

“Um, no.”

My eyes must have gone big with surprise because she laughed before saying, “How about you stop by at ten tonight? I’ll let you fuck me again.”

“Not till ten? How about I take you for drinks first?”

“That’s not necessary,” she kisses me quickly and unlocks her door, blowing me a kiss as she shuts the door behind her.

T
he sun breaking through the early morning fog shines through Charlie’s bedroom window waking us up. Charlie leans over, wrapping his arms around me, “Morning, baby.”

“Mmm, good morning,” I say snuggling into his chest.

“Can we stay like this all day?”

“I have no plans,” I look up, smiling sweetly to him.

He kisses my forehead, holding on tightly as we cuddle in silence, dozing in and out of sleep.

After awhile I stretch my arms up, “I guess I should get up. I have to go home and do some unpacking.”

“I cleared out some space in my drawers and closet for you if you want to unpack here.”

I look up at him, a little surprised, “Now Charlie, are you asking me to move in with you?”

He kisses me sweetly, “Maybe…”

I look down, putting my head back on his chest, not sure what to say.
Wow, should I? I mean, I do want to be with him and we did so well in Paris together. But living together? And this baby…? Can I do this? Will he keep it?

I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“What is it Allison? Do you not want to move in here? I’m sorry, I just thought…”

I interrupt him, “No, Charlie, it’s not that. I mean, yes, the thought sounds great but…”

“I’m sorry. It’s too soon. Forget I mentioned it.” He gets up quickly, embarrassed from the situation.

I grab his arm, “Charlie, it’s not that. We just have a lot to work through right now. Have you decided what you’re going to do?” I look down as I whisper, “I mean, with the baby?”

“Allison, the only thing on my mind right now is you. I need to make sure we’re ok. You say the word and I’ll pull the plug if it means I’ll lose you.”

“Charlie,” I snap at him, “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t put this on me. This is a baby. A life. I can’t be the deciding factor in this. What do you want?”

He sits down, exasperated, looking away from me, “I don’t know. I keep having these dreams.”

“Yeah, about what?”

“About you. About the baby. About my parents.”

“And…?”

“Allison, I need to know I won’t lose you.”

“Charlie,” I take a deep breath, trying not to go there again, “tell me about the dreams.”

He sits forward, staring blankly at the wall, “The first one was crazy. I was on one of the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge. I just remember being terrified because I was so high up and it was so foggy, I couldn’t see anything to get down. Then, all of the sudden, I was securely on the ground and my parents walked up, holding a baby and I had this feeling like I knew everything was going to be ok.”

I look at him, trying to hide the anxiety I feel about his dream and the entire situation. “Did they say anything?”

“Yes,” he looks down, still not able to look me in the eye as he talks about his dream. “They asked if I wanted to meet my son. They said his name was Lyric.”

I inhale sharply at the sound of the baby’s name but don’t dare say a word.

“Then the other dream was of you and a little boy. You were reading to him, sitting on a porch swing at a house in the country. You called the little boy Lyric as well and he called you Mommy.”

He looks at me and I can tell it’s more to gauge my reaction from the
Mommy
comment rather than to see if I have something to say in response.

I look down as tears fill my eyes that I can’t fight back.

Charlie reaches his arms around me, “Please don’t cry, Allison. I’m so sorry. What can I do? I need to make this all ok.”

“Charlie, you need to decide what you want.”

“I told you, I know what I want. I want you. I want us.”

“Then baby, you need to follow your heart.”

He pauses, grabbing my hands, “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying, but I feel that you know the answer in your heart. I’ve always been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and that there are signs everywhere. And these dreams, they are your signs. If we’re meant to be together, then we will be. It may take time. And please, you need to give me that time. But if we’re meant to be each other’s forever, then we will be.”

“Oh, Allison,” he wraps his arms around me. “That’s all I needed to hear. I know we can make it through this.”

I hug him back, looking up to the ceiling.
God I hope we can make it through this… I hope I can do this…

I meant everything I said and now I just have to let whatever happens, happen.

We lounge around the rest of the day, wrapped up in each other, watching movies and being lazy. Charlie gets up to play a new song for me that completely melts my heart with the lyrics talking about his years of tears but it all making sense now that they are together and he just wants to waste time with her.

“Oh Charlie, I love this song. I’ve never heard it but his voice sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, it’s Adam Gontier, he split from Three Days Grace and started another band called Saint Asonia. This song is called
Waste My Time
. It reminded me so much of me, of you, of us.”

I lean over, kissing him softly as my phone rings with a call from Sonia and I can’t help but jump up and down at the sight.

“Yay! Sonia, how are you?”

“Hey girl. I miss you. I just got off work, any chance you can come downtown for an early dinner?”

“Yes, I have so much to tell you. That’s perfect. And I’m already downtown, at Charlie’s place. I can meet you in a half hour?”

“Perfect. Does our usual, One Market, sound good?”

“Yes. Anything sounds good. I got so sick of the food there,” I laugh. “See you in a few.”

I turn to Charlie who is lying on the bed now. “Do you mind if I go meet Sonia for dinner?”

“Of course not, why would I mind? You’ll come back here though right?” he lifts one eyebrow up, suggestively.

I smile, leaning in to kiss him. “Of course I will. I live here now, don’t I?” I smirk as I turn away with a sexy sway to my hips.

Charlie jumps up, grabbing my hips and swinging me around. “Yeah you do. I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

His lips surround mine as I reach into his hair pulling hard before breaking our kiss and pushing him away. “Sorry babe, I have to go. Keep that thought for when I get back though.”

I quickly touch up my makeup, grab my purse, and give Charlie one more kiss before walking out the door. The restaurant is walking distance from Charlie’s place so it doesn’t take me long to get there.

When I see Sonia walking up at the same time tears well up in my eyes as I run to hug her. “I’ve missed you so much. How have you been?”

“I’ve missed you, too. Why the tears though, girl?”

I wipe my eyes. “I have so much to fill you in on,” my tears really start to flow now. “God,” I look up, trying to stop them, “just seeing you, it made everything I’ve kept in come out in one second.”

“Whoa, Allison, are you ok? What’s going on?”

“Come on, let’s go inside. We need to sit first.”

We walk in and find a table and before we’re even seated Sonia pries for more information, “Ok, spill it. Are you ok?”

I take a deep breath and tell Sonia everything. Starting with my horrid kidnapping, my mother, Charlie and the baby. This is the first time I’ve been able to tell anyone and getting the words out makes me, surprisingly, feel much better.

Sonia sits in shock as I continue my story.

When I’m finished, she sighs, “Goddamn girl. This is insane. I knew something was up before when we all went out to Ruby Skye. How come you didn’t tell me?”