The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Don’t talk to me” I yell at him as he walks into the bedroom and turns and walks straight back out with a frown and a sigh, doing his best not to fight with me again. We have been fighting all day about everything and nothing and I am being my crazy, irrational self-right now, who doesn’t want to converse or touch in any way. Good old Sophie is reverting inside her head to deal with this shit and Arry is on the verge of some sort of silent mental break down.

Feeling enraged, crazy upset that this is ruining everything for us. My head’s a chaos of mess and conflicting thoughts and fear.

A baby, a real live little human being inside of me, that we put there, and it screws everything up. I can’t go home unless by land and sea and Arry would never be okay with that long-haul journey. He wants me to stay put until I can fly again, stay put when he goes back to our city to finish the last weeks of his ties to his family business and leave me here again. Stuck in this hellhole that I want to see the back of and go home.

It ruins my last term of school, our wedding plans, my life, everything.

What the hell am I supposed to do with a little person? I don’t even know if I like babies.

I barely take care of myself, Arry does everything and makes sure my life runs as smoothly as it can. He has no clue how to take care of a baby either and I don’t want to have to go through this.

Pregnancy… Birth!

Watching Emma give birth was the single most terrifying thing in my life and did not look pleasant or do-able at all.

What the hell are we going to do?

Arrick reappears carrying a tray and a grim expression and slides it on the bed by my feet. Not saying a word, just a determined expression to handle his ‘moody little Madame’ without causing another Armageddon. Everything he has said since this morning has set me off and I feel like howling into a cushion for the rest of the day.

We didn’t sleep. We sat numb and silent for a long time and then I cried, a lot. Arrick tried to console me, which riled me, and we sort of grew from bickering to all-out war by the time the sun came fully up. Everything he is doing or saying right now, is making me irrationally crazy and I know it’s probably because I am mid meltdown. We handle things differently. I need space to vent, scream, pace and process. Arry is more of the smother me and talk it out type and right now, we are so not on the same page. I’m exhausted. I want the chaos of my head and moods to stop and give me a five-minute break.

He places the food laden tray carefully down, although I almost kick it off when I see he has switched my normal junk munchies for health food and fruit juice and glare at him coolly.

“Don’t you dare.” I stare at the tray and then him as he sighs heavily.

“You’re pregnant… That means you need to eat better, Sophs.”

“Don’t start with this shit… I can’t handle any more on top of this and I just want a Pepsi and a huge tub of Ben and Jerrys right now.” I balk at him, but he ignores me and sits down beside the tray looking detached from reality. Arry is processing, it’s all over that face and knowing him he has a million thoughts, that are crazily over dramatic, running through that clever little head right now.

“We have to accept that this is our reality… It’s happening, and we can do this. We weren’t ready, we’re in shock … but… We can do this, Sophs. We have good families, a great support network, money to hire help, and a million options for us.” He’s in calm and controlled, taking charge mode, and I flop back against the cushions in defeat. Heart exploding in my chest with the pressure of all this on top of me.

“Yeah option one. Sophie gets dumped in France for two months while Arry fucks off back to New York and starts changing everything in readiness for a baby… I know you. I’ll come back to a completely different home and life and hate it even more.” Tears start biting and I stare at the ceiling in heartbreak. This changes everything and it’s only the beginning.

“I won’t change anything until your home, but you can’t fly, and I do have to go back for a little while. Not the whole two months. Just a couple of weeks to see the end of these contracts and merger meetings and then I am done with all of it. I gave my father that.” He sounds tired, looks exhausted and suddenly, I feel so small and feeble and want him to make this all go away for me.

But he can’t.

Because I’m pregnant.

Shit.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to be.” The tears hit hard and my voice breaks and seems to snap Arry out of his trance like state. Closing my eyes tight and covering my face as I let loose; within seconds he’s beside me on the bed wrapping me up in his body and holding me close.

“I know, baby. It’s not how I imagined it would be either, not how I thought I would react, but it’s filtering in and I can’t say that I’m not happy about this. It’s still our baby, Sophs. A part of us, something we made together.” He sounds soft and soothing and I can tell he is slowly warming to the idea in full blown Arry manner. Letting it sink in and dissecting all possible outcomes like the weirdo he is.

Arry likes kids, he’s good with his nieces and nephews and I know he wants kids one day, well now, so it’s easier for him to accept. It won’t change his life in the way it will change mine. He still gets to go about his business, do his thing and not experience anything until I pop out a brat.

I don’t even like children that much, well, except ones related to me, but they don’t count.

God knows what that will do to my hatchling hole. I mean pushing out an Ava sized bundle from down there, when even Arry’s manhood is a tight fit. What the hell kind of black magic is that?

He will never want to have sex with me again if its baby sized for eternity. It won’t even touch the sides.

Oh my god, we will never be alone ever again to even have sex or do anything remotely kinky. What am I supposed to do with a little person by my side every second? I’m too selfish a girl and too self-absorbed for that kind of shit. What does one even do with a little bundle of mini Arrick, twenty-four hours a day?

“Stop crying, Sophs… It’s going to be okay. We are going to be okay.” Arrick is squeezing me half to death as the tears keep falling, but it’s making me angrier with all the dumb thoughts going off in my head.

then has to push a human

while having a fight with my future

but I am sure you will make it an all-inclusive experience.” the light tone in his voice at his asshole remark makes me snap up to see him smirking, actual fucking smiling about

Sometimes I really hate you.” I shove him

you, and your diva ways. You should be nice to me right now, baby, even with the amount of patience and understanding

are you even joking about this? This is the worst thing ever.”

Jake and Emma. They were even less suited to being parents

away and roll off the bed to the opposite side. “Stop trying to make me think this is okay when it’s

first felt it was. I know you’re freaking out right now, being

knows me so well, knows how my brain works, and throw one of the scatter cushions at him expertly. He dodges it away with a hand and continues to watch me from his position, lounging on the bed. Unaffected by my crazy. Either he has processed this crazily fast or he’s drunk on shock and acting like a weirdo. He too calm and too accepting for the guy I know and love. Where is my fretting, overthinking boy

little hell cat and come here.” He motions a little finger wiggle at me, a half smile, and a soft

to throat

no longer friends.” I throw a second cushion at him, only this time I hear him chuckle as he bats it away too and enrages me enough to storm out of

we

up anymore either, huh?” He appears at the bedroom door behind me and dodges the cushion from the couch I throw

Ass fucking hole!

me.” I snap at him and walk further into the room to find something to do to expel this excess energy brimming inside of me. All I can do is pace around and look for things to throw at him to make me feel better. In my head this is all his fault… his seed, his

don’t want a

I knew throwing a glass vase at his face didn’t scar

in my voice are fading. Being up

thrown my ring at me, then I’m guessing that’s a

is wrong

I glare, snarl, and frown all at the

and I sigh heavily. Losing the battle and the will to live with him in this mood. He’s on the charm offensive and slowly

slump down and put my head between my knees in bewilderment. Arry comes and sits next to me and starts rubbing my back and shoulders gently, those amazing massage hands getting to work and lulling me

are. I understand why you feel this way, Sophs, and I get it. You have to think about this rationally though… we have the means to hire help, continue with the plans if we juggle things a little. You can still finish school, maybe delay it by a year to get through this and

up and glare at

I can’t defer by a whole year and sit at home twiddling my thumbs. I need to go to school. I want to go to school and still reach for my goals.” Tears are

half a term with a split… See if New York will be willing to take you on for a few months and then finish after it comes. We will need to look into the safety aspect and all the …” Treating me with

losing my fragile temper once more and

sand with this.” He’s keeping his

Dickhead.

O Fucking K.” I push his hands off and curl up into a ball in the corner of the couch. Being my cute, little spit ball, difficult Sophie, self, that used to be a much more common presence and not for the first time I wonder why he ever stuck around back then.

I was moving on from my past and like he’s being now… Arry stayed patient

tell him; he needs to know what’s going on here. He will be the one to switch up the Rota for my schedule and the planned meetings, so I don’t need to head back to the city so soon.” I know that’s code for I may look calm, but I’m not, and I need to go get

worse.” I slap the hand off me that comes to

this, Baby. Give me a little break, please.” He tries for endearing and gets a

Stop sulking and go eat.” He pats my head like a puppy and receives another hand slap before retreating in the direction of the hall with an indulgent look back at me, and I know he is going to the kitchen to call Jake. Have his man time with his mentor and probably start comparing

Ughhh.

I’m fucking pregnant.

the ground would open and

to admit it or not. I get up and slink to the bedroom in search of

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you.” I growl at him over the huge tub of ice cream he is trying to extract from my clenched hands and giving me that ‘I will physically remove it and discipline you at the same time’

tubs of ice cream, Sophs.” He yanks it free and pulls the spoon out of my hand too. Bossy asshole in full swing as I reach out

didn’t want snails.” I

touch anything either of us made you all day. You

now he is seriously starting to lose the rag with me. He’s tried to give me space and I tried so hard to make my peace with this, it’s just not happening. The more I think about it, the more terrified and fucked

up. I have seriously no maternal instinct, no great beginning in life to show me what a mom should be like with a baby and no

this bed.” Arry yanks me by the ankle and sends me flying backwards to land on my back on the bed,

tried. He is getting the full brunt of the blame now. I don’t care if I am being a psychopath. I feel like shit, my hormones all over

me irrationally insane from through here, hearing her fucking dickhead name. I wanted to walk through and ram his cell