"I promise you!" I giggle as Brett stares at me disbelievingly, "It's two eggs!"

"It's going to be too runny!" He retorts, staring down at the mixing bowl.

"Until we add the flour!" I lecture, rolling my eyes as he clings onto the egg box, "It'll be fine." I assure, "Why don't you trust me?"

"Maybe because you burned the pizza last night?"

"That's not fair! You distracted me!" I argue, watching as a smirk appears on his face, my face flushing slightly at the memory of us christening the new couch the evening before.

"There's no excuse." He replies before relenting, "Alright, two eggs. Here." He passes them to me, and I quickly crack the first on the edge of the bowl, letting it fall in.

"Thank you!" I say as I crack the second egg, the entire shell caving in on my hands and the egg falling out onto the counter, "Oh, damn it!"

"You really want me to trust you?" Brett snorts and I shoot him a scowl.

"Shut up and get the flour!" I order, attempting to pick the slimy egg up.

"Yes Ma'am!" Brett laughs, turning and walking to the cupboard as I finally manage to transfer the majority of the broken egg in, "Here you go." Brett places the flour beside me, him watching as I begin to mix the ingredients together.

"Do you have a cake pan?"

"A what?" He replies and I raise an eyebrow.

"Like a baking pan? So that we can put this in the oven?"

"Umm..."

"Oh my god!" I exclaim, stepping back in disbelief as I look up at him. There goes my lovely homemade cake. "How could we not think to check that?"

"I'm not sure, I didn't buy anything for the kitchen." Brett shrugs.

"Who did?"

"My Mom." He replies as I begin to search, eyes falling onto an entire cupboard filled with champagne flutes. Who even has that many friends?

"I can tell."

"Oh look!" Brett exclaims and I turn, grinning at the sight, "She did buy one after all!"

"Perfect." I say, him passing it to me in exchange for a kiss before we both get to work. Placing the mixture on the middle shelf in the oven I stand back, clapping my hands as he watches, clearly amused by my excitement.

"Now we wait!"

"I can think of some things to occupy us." Brett grins, his hand sliding around my waist and pulling my body flush against him. Such a perfect way to spend a rainy Wednesday afternoon...

"Brett!" I giggle, lightly shoving him away. I have more important things to figure out right now. "What should we decorate the cakes with?"

"What?" He furrows his eyebrows at me, not letting go of my waist, despite the slight distance between us.

"Like frosting or candy?"

"Huh? I don't know."

"You are so inexperienced." I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure that will change now that I'm with you!"

"I'm sure it will." I grin, reaching up and wrapping my arms around his neck, "Do you have any powdered sugar?"

"No."

"Any chocolate?"

"You ate the last bar last night." He smirks.

"I did?" I pout, "That's a shame."

"Hey!" Brett exclaims, leaning down and planting a light kiss onto my lips, causing a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, "I'll get you some more tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" I scoff, "This cake needs to be decorated for this evening! Becky and Ellis will be here in two and a half hours." I moan and he takes a step back as his phone starts ringing. Digging it out of his pocket he scowls, immediately rejecting it, "Who's that?"

"No one."

"No one?" I reply, "I don't think that's possible." I tease as he shoots me a small smirk. Within seconds it's ringing once more and he curses, "Again?" I say, glancing over at his screen, able to slightly make out the letters, "Is that Lacey?"

"Yeah." He nods before looking up at me, "I'm just going to take this." He says before promptly turning and walking out of the kitchen.

"Okay." I mutter in response, my eyebrows furrowing as he leaves. Why did he need to leave the room to answer that call? Is my mind overthinking things? Definitely.

Has he been speaking to Lacey ever since they broke up? I thought she was just an ex, that they'd never been friends. Sure, she was a cheerleader so I guess they hang out with all his football friends who I have yet to meet.

Maybe I'll never be a part of that world. Maybe that's what all this is about, keeping me separate from his famous football player lifestyle. People loved that Brett and Lacey were together, I can't deny that I had a quick google search when they broke up, all of their fans furiously upset that the dream couple had split.

No-one knows who I am. Not yet anyway. Maybe that's what Brett wants, to hide me away so that he'll remain popular, his reputation untarnished.

Okay, now I'm definitely overthinking. Pull yourself together Savannah! Brett never wanted to be popular, it's the aspect he always hated about playing football. He couldn't give a shit what people think of him, that being clear from the moment he left his Dad's company. Though it was well received by the business community, it could have easily backfired - 'backstabbing son steals Father's clients' - no-one trusting him ever again.

He bought a house in the suburbs of the city, he gave up football, he split up with Lacey. It's everything that the popular jerk from high school wouldn't have done. How much more do you need to see before you finally fully admit that he's changed Savannah? Stop doubting him!

He chose me, he wanted me, he's having a baby with me!

Nevertheless, why I am still yet to meet Ryan is weighing on my mind. Brett was his best man, they're obviously ridiculously close, but I don't even know if he knows I exist.

Does Lacey know about me? What did Brett tell her when they broke up?

Glancing up at the clock I watch as the minutes tick by, slouching down onto the bar stool as I await the cake to cook, and Brett to return.

Eventually he reappears, shooting me a smile as he walks back in, white shirt rolled up to his elbows, Aztec style tattoo peeking out on his right arm.

"What did Lacey want?"

"Not much." He shrugs, walking over to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer. A beer? He never normally drinks this early unless we're entertaining or celebrating.

"You were twenty minutes so she clearly wanted something." I retort as he pops the lid off.

"She wanted to know if I was going to be at next weeks Charity Gala."

"What did you tell her?"

"That we will be." He replies.

"We or I?" The question falls out of my mouth before I can stop it.

"What?"

"Did you tell her that you have a date?"

"Sav, she's got her own date." He retorts, raising the bottle to his lips and taking a swig.

"That doesn't answer the question." I mutter, sliding off of the stool and walking over to the oven.

"What is all this about?" Brett exclaims, watching as I look in at the golden sponge that is slowly rising.

"I don't know." I scoff, standing back up, "Maybe the secretive call from your ex-girlfriend."

"Sav, it doesn't mean anything..."

"Then why did you walk off?" I can't help but ask, "Why are you even still in contact with her?"

"She's a family friend." He exclaims, "It's not as easy as that."

"Okay." I mutter, making a move to walk past him.

"Sav?" He grabs onto my arm, stopping me. I look up at him, his eyes filled with slight confusion and anger.

"It's fine." I retort, pulling my arm away from him, "I just don't like secrets."

"There's no fucking secret!" Brett snaps as I head out of the kitchen, "Why are you acting so jealous?"

"You would be acting the same way if it was Haydon!" I shrug, walking across the entrance way and slouching down onto the grey couch in the living room.

"Why the fuck would you bring that jackass' name into the mix?"

"He's not a jackass!"

"Oh I forgot! You fucked him and that now that means he's a good guy."

"He was never a bad guy!" I yell, "We just weren't compatible. He doesn't deserve your hate."

"And Lacey doesn't deserve yours!" He counters before walking off towards the other end of the living room and disappearing into his little, private office where he no doubt sat as he spoke with his ex-girlfriend.

Jeez, what is wrong with you Savannah? Is it the damn pregnancy hormones? Why am I so God damn jealous?

Pushing myself off the couch I head after him, poking my head around the door to see him sat at his desk, staring out of the window at the serene blue pool.

"So you're telling me that all you spoke about for twenty minutes was the Charity Gala?" I pry and he slams his hands down on the desk, standing upright as he glares at me.

"Why don't you trust me?"

"I do!" I retort, "I don't trust her."

"You don't know her." He shakes his head at me and I scoff. The gorgeous, arrogant brunette who wore white to someone else's wedding? I think that says it all!

"I know enough!"

"I don't know what you want me to say." Brett snaps, "She isn't just going to disappear!"

"I get that!" I reply, "But she's your ex-girlfriend! I know I'm acting like a crazy bitch, but I'm jealous!" I admit, "Why don't you understand that?"

"Because there's nothing going on."

"Alright. So if I went in the other room and spoke to Haydon for half hour, you'd be completely okay with that?"

"It's different!" He shrugs before walking away and out the door at the other end of the room. Are we chasing each other around this entire fucking house now?

"It is not fucking different!" I yell as I push myself away from the door frame and follow him into the dining room, "How dare you!"

"I'm not fucking arguing with you." He replies over his shoulder, making his way back into the kitchen. By the time I catch up he's glancing at the cake in the oven, his jaw tense. I stop as I watch him, unsure how a small jealous tiff from me has extended into what appears to be heading towards a full blown argument.

I should apologize, I know I should, but somehow my lips are glued shut.

Standing back upright he looks over at me, his eyes softening as he takes in my conflicted expression. He knows I don't mean any of it, neither of us do. We're spitting words out at each other for no reason. It's pathetic, the pettiness making me feel like I'm back in high school.

A small smile makes its way onto his face and I find the edges of my own mouth begin to turn up in response. He takes one step towards me and I ready myself for the ridiculously intense passionate make out session that I know is about to happen, him no doubt lifting me up onto the counter, our clothes being discarded within seconds.

Before he gets any further his phone rings and he pulls it back out.

"Who's that?" I ask and he frowns, "Is it Lacey again?" I snap and one glance at his expression tells me that I'm right, "Why?"

"I don't know." He replies, turning away as he raises the phone to his ear.

"What?" I exclaim, watching as he slowly makes his way back towards the living room, "Fuck this!" I snap, grabbing hold of my bag from the table, "I'm going to the store." I yell before quickly stomping past him to the front door, grabbing hold of the first set of car keys and tearing out of it, slamming the damn thing shut behind me, thankful it's finally stopped raining.

I'm not sitting around for another half hour whilst he talks to his ex-girlfriend. I'm not angry at him, but I sure as hell am frustrated at the situation. Why can't my boyfriend not look the way he looks, not act the way he acts! Then other people wouldn't want to talk to him!

I have no idea what's gotten into me...

Looking down at my hand I curse at the realization that I picked up Brett's keys, the black sports car staring at me mockingly in the middle of the driveway. I shouldn't take it, but Brett taught me how to drive stick, and in this mood I happily ignore my small white car in favor of Brett's baby, sliding in and starting the engine.

I quickly pull away, knowing that I'll get an earful when I return. He doesn't mind me using his car, but knowing that we are both on high alert, slightly tetchy with each other, I know that either of us will snap if the other one does anything out of the ordinary.

Hell, it'll make for some excellent make up sex. That I can be sure on.

Within minutes I've made up my mind that I'll apologize as soon as I return, blame the pregnancy hormones or something. I'll get him some extra beer from the store, and a nice brownie for us to enjoy in bed. Maybe some whipped cream...

I can't help the smile that erupts on my face at the thought, my mind immediately heading into the gutter as I think of how to apologize for the ridiculous jealous outburst that I just had.

I turn left onto the small, quiet lane that we always take, gently stepping on the gas. As I near the bend in the road I move my foot to the brake and reach up to turn the wheel.

Nothing happens.

The wheel will hardly turn, the pedal is so stiff that it barely moves under my feet, the car only slightly slowing, and suddenly I realize that the engine has completely turned itself off. "What the fuck?" I scream, quickly grabbing onto the keys with shaky hands, fumbling as I try to turn them, my foot pushing down on the jammed pedal with all my might as I attempt to brake. My heart is racing in my chest as I begin to panic, the tree at the edge of the road getting closer and closer. What the fuck do I do? How the hell do I...

With quick thinking I grab onto the emergency brake, yanking it up as hard as I can. "Fuck!" The resulting screeches that sound from the car are enough to make anyone deaf, the car finally slowing somewhat as I watch the tree draw near, reaching up and placing my arms over my body, attempting to brace myself.

I hear the crunch of the car before I feel the impact.

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Oh hell... that was 'car'nage... (please enjoy my bad pun!)

Will Savannah and the baby be okay?

I am all kinds of evil with this drama in Part Three...

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