Falling For My Exchange Brother | B... - Chapter 55: Chapter 55

"Oh! So you are pregnant?"
We stood before Raphael, his arms folded as he kept laughing at me. Arthur didn't look pleased whatsoever and I definitely wasn't pleased by this. It was beginning to piss me off much more than it should have been.
"Yes, do you think I'd joke about something like this?" I sneer at him, and he shrugged.
"I just didn't think you'd let it happen. You both are so...it's hard to say what your relationship is. You're married, and have my sons' twins from a different person. At the same time, it's more like...it's confusing about the whole dominance thing-."
"That's a dumb thing to be confused about, the fuck." I sneered at him, and he smiled brightly.
"I just can't see it! You, doting on a little baby. I can see you getting annoyed by the baby and completely ignoring him or her-."
"What do you take me for? I'm not going to do that." I yell at him, and Arthur rests his hand on my shoulder. "No! Raphael I could never do that to a child - let alone a baby. I don't treat the twins like that, so why would I treat my unborn child that way when they're born? Are you insane?"
"I'm a little insane. Only a little, don't make fun." Raphael whined, making me roll my eyes at him. "Have you told Ava and Isabella?"
I glanced at Arthur, and saw him chuckle as he shook his head no.
"Why not?"
"Because I respect you as my father and wanted to inform you. William didn't want to tell you at all." Arthur states calmly, and I wasn't going to deny it.
I was going to straight up not say a word to him. I was going to just...wait until he went back to France and if he found out - he found out. Except Arthur told me it was his father and he wanted to respect that...which I just don't understand!
How can he be so nice to this man? If my father was like this I wouldn't associate myself with him!
"That's not much of a surprise, now is it? Though I appreciate you for telling me...at all. Merci, and toutes mes félicitations." ( my wholehearted congratulations. ) Raphael smiles at us both, resting his hands on Arthur's shoulders.
He nodded his head at him, and with that he walked away. I saw Arthur with a grin on his face as he looked down at me now.
"So...that went surprisingly well, oui?" He asks me, and I nod as I found myself yawning. "Are you tired, mon amour?"
I actually found myself nodding at his words. Arthur walks with me to the bedroom and he just helped me lay down - as if I needed the assistance. He tucked me in like I was one of the twins, making me chuckle.
"You can take a nap - I will tell the twins-."
"Not yet! Lay with me...please." I beg, and he smiles as he lays down beside me. Helping me lay my head on his chest, he holds me tight.
It was a nice thing to just...lay here. Be close to him and having him hold me tight as his fingers went through my hair. How...sweet.
Has me wondering again how he could ever take me back. After everything we have went through...
"Merci...beaucoup, Arthur." I murmur, and I hear him chuckle softly.
"For what mon amour?"
"For somehow still loving me after all I've done." I say, and before I could hear his response I drifted off.
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"I remember when you two were only eighteen not too long ago. You two were flirting with one another unconsciously and it was hard not to say anything. That my son fell in love with someone - I thought - he despised." My mom said, and it made my lip tremble as I thought about him even more.
"Yeah...he didn't even hear me out. He just left."
"That's kind of your fault for how you treated him in the past." My dad stated, making me roll my eyes in annoyance that when I actually want something so bad with all my heart; they won't even give it to me...
"Did you two at least keep in contact with him?" I ask - practically pleading, almost begging at the same time. I broke up with Bella four years ago and I haven't been able to fall in love since. She wasn't even my true love and what we had wasn't love.
I think on everything and it makes me realize how loyal he was. He cared about me and then there was that bitch that haunted us. Just when we'd get closer he'd remind me that I had a girlfriend and stop things.
When we got super close, I broke things off with her and my friends were bombarding me with 'whys' and 'dude, why'd you do it' questions. One of them assuming - but it was true - that I fell for Arthur.
In the process I lied and said shitty things about him so that I wouldn't lose my popularity and get prejudice. Never did I think he was near when I said all the shit about him... All because of my teenage self and my immaturity. Now I haven't seen him in four years because of it.
"Actually," My mom smiled as she pulled out her phone, and I watched as she slid it towards me; letting me see a phone number that looked...different, but it was enough. "I have his number. For occasions like this and I've been waiting for you to just ask for it."
I narrow my eyes at her, but find myself pulling my phone out as I dial the number from her phone. Feeling my face heating up as it went through, and now...I waited for him to pick up. Almost afraid he wouldn't do that-.
"Bonjour?"
I freeze, knowing my eyes were saucers when I heard his voice. Standing instantly as I rushed out, my eyes watering as I went somewhere secluded. Covering my mouth so that I could find the right words, almost afraid.
What if I say the wrong thing?
What if I cuss?
What if I cry?
What if-?
"William?"
I blush, nodding as if he could see me. Clearing my throat as I smile.
"Yeah?"
It immediately went silent, and I regretted saying anything.
"Surprised you called. Considering how things ended." He mutters, making me sigh in frustration as it seemed we were just hopping straight into that.
"That whole thing...a big misunderstanding-."
"How is it a misunderstanding? I heard you and I remember it very clearly, even to this day." He sneered, letting me know he must have gone to a professional to learn more English and dialect. His accent was less noticeable and he sounded more confident with it.
"You remember it the wrong way-."
"No I don't. I am sure of it. I got close to you knowing I would be hurt and in the end this is what I get. The last thing I need right now is you calling me-."
"Just hear me out!" I yell, getting angry that he wasn't listening to me. Almost as if he didn't want to either. "We are older and it's been four years. Four years...have gone by with you believing the words I said when they weren't
true at all..."
I heard my voice crack, knowing I was trying my best not to cry. Because I can't read his expression and I can't see him and I don't know if he believes me or not... This is the worst to do something like this over phone... After four years...
"This will not do." He mumbles, making me flinch in fear as he sighed.
"What do you mean?" I ask in the best voice I can maintain, hoping he doesn't hear the tears in my throat.
"I can't talk to you like this, over phone... It's better if I see your face, and maybe - just maybe - my mind will change. No...I just want to see you." He ends up murmuring, and I blush again.
"I want to see you too...Arthur..." I croak, and I hear him sniff. Knowing he's crying as well, because here we are talking over the phone and for four years, we held back our feelings. Him living off a lie and here I was getting the punishment for the lie...
I missed him, I really did. I hope he misses me too, it seems like it... I just don't know what's wrong with me and why I keep hurting the people I care about the most. Him mainly...no, just him.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper, and he chuckles.
"Do not say anything else until I get there. I will be there, I promise-."
"But-."
"Nothing! Be patient...and merci beaucoup, for bringing my aching heart to peace." Then he hung up, and I instantly was crumbling to my very knees. Knowing that I was now hung on the hope that he'd come, after all...
But I forget. Unlike me, he keeps his promises.
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I gasp, sitting up in the bed fast. That's when I look over and saw the bed was empty...it was daytime.
No...
"Arthur!" I cry, and I get out of bed quickly. Right when I rush to the door I saw him running right to it.
He looked down at me with so much worrisome, and he frowned.
"William what is it? It sounded like you had a-."
"Nightmare..." I croak, and he sighs sadly for me. He ends up hugging me again - caressing my back.
"Are the nightmares back do you think?"
"I don't 'think' - I know." I groan, and I see him frown. "I know - it'll be a hassle with me waking up at night again."
Arthur continues to hug me, not letting up.
"It's okay. I'll be with you every step of the way - don't worry at all. Why would I find that to be a hassle?" He asks me, and I just hide my face in his chest.
"You know why..." I groan, causing him to pat my back.
"Again, it is okay. That stuff doesn't bother me...not one bit. It's all for you, oui - and our unborn baby. It is quite alright, promise." He promises to me, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Though I was still afraid...
Because the nightmares reminded me of the past that I didn't like thinking of...
It constantly reminding me of who I don't deserve.
Him.
It just...I'm tired of it - the nightmares, the past, my crude behavior, my actions towards him. I'm just tired of it all - of myself!