The Fontaine Bleu

Chris

I loose my frown and swear. "Who the hell does that?"

Jo

I shrug, running a hand through my hair, "Paparazzi."

Chris

"I am so sorry. This is so stupid." I say.

Jo

I smile, "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault."

Chris

"I know it is not my fault. I am just sorry it is happening." I say. I kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her shoulder. "It is going to be okay."

Jo

I nod and take a deep breath, reading the article and shaking my head. And I'm apperantly pregnant? No. That's it.

Chris

I frown and read as she does. "This is a load of crap." I say. I let out a sigh and shake my head.

Jo

I nod, "Yeah. Ugh."

Chris

"Reading that is just going to make you more upset." I say. I think of what we can do to solve the problem. "We can change rooms."

Jo

"They'll find us anyways. You know how they are," I sigh, biting my lip, throwing on a shirt and shorts before shutting the blinds and leaning against the door.

Chris

I throw on some shorts, but to not bother to put a shirt on. I go over and pin her against the door. "I hate seeing you upset."

Jo

"I'm not upset," I lie.

Chris

I look at her and shake my head. "You do not have to lie to me." I tell her.

Jo

I bite my lip and stop from saying anything more as Brady walks in, me in the middle of the room now, and looks at me, "Why, Jo?"

I study him, "What?"

He walks up to me, slapping me, "YOUR PREGNANT?"

I hold my cheek, a tear running down my cheek as I shake my head.

Chris

That is when i loose it. I punch him hard in the jaw. "I swear to God. If you ever put your hands on her again, I am sending you straight to hell." I say, throwing him in the hallway. "You better be lucky I do not do it now."