All Chapters of Falling For My Stepbrother 1 : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Emma's POV I hadn't seen a worse expression on Chase's face than I saw when I announced that I was pregnant. Not like he looked disgusted or angry, it was just blank. The kind of blankness that births bad decisions. I literally didn't know how to do it any better. “You're not saying anything.” I croaked, nearly choking on my words. It wasn't exactly the best time to announce it, but I literally didn't know what else to do. The past days had been bliss, so beautiful I held the news back. I was scared of what his reaction would be, which is the exact reason I decided to say so in the midst of people. Chase had his eyes fixed on me, but still it didn't see like he was actually seeing me. “Baby?” I called him. “Uhm, I'm sorry.” He said, “Can we talk about it later?” He asked. “Sure.” I didn't have the emotional strength to even have the conversation at all. “I'll be back.” He said, and kissed my forehead. It was frosty as hell. It didn't feel like the warm lips that k

Emma's POV “Would you have me read the results with him present?” The doctor asked me. “Yeah, he's my boyfriend.” I said, smiling. I rubbed Chase's face, pulling his beards with one hand, and rubbing my belly with the other. “You might want to sit up.” He said. “We are happy you came in for a check up today.” The kind old man said. I smiled. It was a big hospital downtown, fancy and very modern too. I felt more at peace with Chase by my side. “Emma Watson,” He wore the glasses which hung down from his neck and read my name out from a file in his hand, “I'm afraid, but we couldn't find a heartbeat.” I knew nothing about stuff like those. I'd never been or lived with a pregnant woman. I remember the look on their faces while the nurse kept tapping my belly and scanning round, but I didn't think it was a big deal. “What does that mean?” I heard Chase ask as my heart was already shattering, it could only mean one thing. My baby was dead. “Your baby is dead.” The doc

Emma's POV I changed out of my already stained towels. Chase just got them from a fancy women's store, online, about two days ago. I felt bad that it had to get ruined, but it was all part of my healing. The doctor said I was gonna be bleeding for about four days. After bawling my eyes out again on Chase's shoulders, I logged my tired body back into the bathroom to wash up. I was weak as fuck, and definitely worse of emotionally. I put a sanitary pad on and then went to bedI didn't think it was gonna be easy sleeping, so it was not a surprise when all that closing my eyelids did was usher in the horrible memories. I began to think of something I thought I'd cast to the back of my mind a long time ago. Every now and then, I felt Chase's hand on my body. It was hard to tell him that the hands I once died for, the hands I once fantasized about being wrapped in had started to irritate me. The day went by slowly, I subconsciously looked at the digital clock on the dressing ta

Chase's POV. I was still very much haunted from how I reacted when Emma told me about it. Every time I saw her wear a painful look on her face I remembered how it mirrored the look she wore when she told me. The sleep at night was somewhat chaotic. She had a bout of nightmares. I was scared to my bones when I heard her scream the first time, but it was rather a relief when I saw she was still asleep. It happened three times more, and every single time, I got less scared than I was before. “How are you?” I asked. I'd been staring at her for over an hour, when the day was still a bit dark. “Better.” She replied, turning from me and facing the wall. I thought today was gonna be different. Maybe she'd be warmer, calmer, more composed. I had the most beautiful smile on, ready to make her world different from what it used to be. “I loved watching you sleep.” I said, like I'd done every morning since we'd been together. Emma's smile was a bit shy, or cold, frosty, I didn't w

Emma's POV. I did one last outfit check before heading down to Lily's. It wasn't much, but it was pretty, cute, demure. I took these stairs carefully, gently, just so if Chase was around, he would not hear me come down. It wasn't exactly like I was running from him, I just wasn't in the mood for any explanation. I just wanted to do what I wanted to do and be happy. The front door was left ajar, which was quite unusual, but not strange, since he was still somewhere around. “Here she comes.” Chase beamed. They had just broken their hug, and he and Lily were looking in my direction. I almost wobbled under their gaze. Their faces were so smiley, so expectant, I was tempted to look back to confirm if there was something else that had their attention. “You look so fucking pretty.” Lily said, hugging me and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you.” I croaked. I was pinching myself, struggling to remind myself that the hug I just witnessed them break meant nothing. That the