I’m going to apologize now for it being so long…but it’s really worth the read. this was hands down my favorite chapter to write, i hope you enjoy it :D

I paced outside Kennedy’s door for a good ten minutes before Eric came to find me. I couldn’t believe what he said, why was he so mad I didn’t tell him about the rash right away? But then again the whole pregnancy scare had us both shaken, maybe he didn’t mean what he said, maybe he wasn’t thinking straight.

“I’m an idiot,” a voice behind me sighed. I turned around and met with Eric’s sad eyes. He pulled me into a hug and I slowly breathed in his aroma. “I’m sorry,” he began, “you know I didn’t mean that.” I squeezed my arms tighter around him, hoping I’d never have to let go. “I know you didn’t mean it,” I whispered, “We were both scared okay.” Eric placed his chin on the top of my head gently, “what would we have done if you were really pregnant?” he pondered out loud. Choking on my tears I tried to reply, “I’m not ready for a baby, neither of us are.” Breaking away from the hug Eric looked deep into my eyes, “if you were pregnant,” he began, “you wouldn’t be the best mom in the world.” The tears fell harder, “and you would’ve been the best dad.” Eric smiled, “one day, I promise, me and you are gonna be the best parents out there. But for now, let’s just live and have fun, the real world can wait.” Pulling him into another hug I whispered in his ear, “there’s no one else on this earth I’d rather have babies with than you Eric James Halvorsen.”

Before leaving we checked Kennedy’s room but he was sound asleep, knowing the best thing for him was rest we left him sleeping. Eric hesitated as we left the room, “you know, what I said before, I, I shouldn’t have said that. What happened between you and Kennedy, it’s not my business and I shouldn’t have said that.” I shook my head, “what happened between Kennedy and I is your business cause you were there for me to pick up the pieces. You have no idea how hard for you I feel do you?” Eric smiled, “I just, I feel really bad for saying that.” Grabbing his hand I replied, “Just forget it, I have. All I need to know is that you love me, and all you need to know is that I love you.” Walking back to the car I stopped Eric in the parking lot and threw my arms around him, “Kennedy might have been my first love, but you’re always going to be my last.” Eric kissed my forehead, “well that’s good enough for me beautiful,” he whispered. “And besides,” I began, “Kennedy never got to hit this!” I turned around and slapped my butt, laughing hysterically. Eric grabbed my waist and kissed my neck, “watch yourself,” he chuckled, “or I might just have to lay you down right here in the parking lot.” “Oh you’re bad,” I giggle purred.

Before I could even breathe walking in the door Eric swooped me up and slung me over his shoulder.

“Put me down,” I snorted from laughing so hard. He carried me upstairs and tossed me on the bed, kneeling over top of me we locked eyes.

“I love that look,” I whispered.

“What look?” Eric replied wrinkling his brow.

“That look you get when you’re thinking,” I explained grabbing his collar, “what are you thinking about?”

Eric looked down at me and smiled, “how much I love you.”

Pulling him into a kiss I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his hair. He sat up and pulled off his jacket and tossed it on the ground, reaching for my fly he bent down and kissed my neck.

“Wait,” I stopped him, “two things.”

“What?” Eric breathed pulling off his shirt.

“One, where is your phone?” I chuckled softly.

“I left it down stairs,” Eric replied, “purposely.”

“Good boy,” I sat up and kissed his collar bone, “and too, do we have protection?”

Eric eyes frantically scaled the room, “one second,” he hoped off the bed and shuffled through the top drawer of his night stand.

“Here we are,” he said pulling out a sleeve of Trojan condoms. Looking up at me he smiled, “this enough?”

“Well why don’t we find out?” I purred. Crawling back on the bed Eric pulled me into another kiss, running my fingers through his hair I felt him undo my fly and soon my jeans hit the floor, followed by Eric’s, and then the rest of my attire.

Out of breathe I rolled over onto my side of the bed, Eric lay still and sucked in a deep breath. My head was spinning; we’d never had that much sex in my life. Being home was now officially better than being on tour, that was a given.

“Holy shit,” Eric whisper-laughed, pushing the hair out of his face.

“Well Mr. Halvorsen,” I cooed cuddling up to his side, “you are quite the little sex kitten.”

“I do believe you would be the kitten in this case,” he corrected me laughing.

Softly kissing up his arm I breathed in the moment, “I love you.”

Eric turned over on his side and kissed my forehead, “I love you too.”

“I can’t believe I thought I was pregnant,” I reminisced finally able to laugh at the situation.

“I can’t believe it either,” Eric rubbed his eyes, “I don’t know how to feel about this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“When you thought you were pregnant,” he began, “when I saw that test, I just, I knew my life was going to change. I was scared, but I kinda got excited.”

I smiled inside, “I was scared and excited too,” I whispered.

“And then,” he choked, “when the second test came back negative, I, I was relieved for you, but a part of me wished you really were. I had almost gotten used to the feeling, like ‘I’m gonna be a dad’”

“Oh Eric,” I sighed, “how did I get so lucky, you’re truly amazing you know that?”

“I try,” he blushed.

I lay in his arms for a while and watched his chest as I rose and fell with each breath. I closed my eyes and let my mind take me back to the night Eric found me in the hotel hallway and came with me to Wal-Mart. That night I feel in love with him, and lying in his arms I’d fallen for him all over again.

“Oh hey,” Eric pulled his arm back from being draped over my shoulders, “don’t forget you have to call your manager back about your album.”

I shuddered at the thought of leaving for a month, “ugh don’t remind me,” I groaned.

“Babe, you know you’re album is going to be amazing. Don’t let the fans down.” Eric tried to encourage me but I could tell from his face he didn’t want me to leave either.

“But I don’t want to leave you for a month,” I whined, “can’t you just come with me?”

Eric kissed my forehead and chuckled softly, “you know I want more than anything to go with you, but the band needs me. We go back on tour in two weeks and Nick and Andrew are flying down in a few days to start rehearsing. I have to stay here for the band, but you, you can do your own thing.”

“I don’t want to do anything without you,” I whispered.

“Alright Bella,” Eric mocked me, “last thing I knew my names not Edward Cullen, and you’re not helpless.”

“Hey, dick!” I slapped his arm.

“I’m serious,” he play slapped me back; “you have no idea how proud of you I am about this album. You’re gonna be going on your own tours soon, just watch.”

“But, but what if no one buys my album. What if no one likes it, I mean come on ‘Mistake’ is in the title.”

Eric chuckled and rolled his eyes, “You have no idea how truly talented you are do you. Babe, you already have two singles on iTunes people are going crazy about. Shadow and…”he hesitated.

“Kennedy,” I whispered. I had started writing the song while Kennedy and I were together, and finished it after we broke up. It was the first single I put out on iTunes and the number 1 track scheduled for my album, hence the name “All These Mistakes I’ve Made.”

“Right that one,” Eric replied crestfallen.

“Eric you know that song is about us breaking up,” I tried to explain.

“I know,” he attempted to assure me but I could hear the jealousy in his voice, “but, I don’t know, it’s like you have a song about your ex, and not one about us.”

I swallowed hard, “Eric, I have tried hundreds and hundreds of times to write a song about us, or you, or how I feel about you. But I, I just can’t put it into words, nothing I wrote came even close to explaining how I feel.”

“You’re amazing,” Eric whispered dazzlingly, “and who cares if Kennedy’s got a song, I got the girl. And that’s all I’ll ever need.”

Dressed in nothing but Eric’s favorite flannel shirt I descended the stairs and put on a pot of coffee. I heard Eric flip on the living room TV behind me and asked if he wanted something to eat. It was nearly 3:30 and we finally decided to escape the bedroom and spend some time in the real world. I still hadn’t called my manager back, and he’d probably be calling me soon.

The coffee pot beeped and I prepared Eric a mug full, carrying it out to the living room I tried to cool it down by blowing away the steam. Carefully I handed the mug to Eric, “you might want to let it cool down, it’s really hot.”

“You spoil me,” Eric teased after placing the coffee on the table.

“Well after all that hot love makin’ I figured you needed something in return,” I winked and kissed his cheek. He draped his arm around my shoulders and flipped through the channels. ‘Waiting…’ was on Comedy Central and Eric clicked enter on the remote.

“I fucking love this movie,” he exclaimed placing the remote down on the table next to his cooling coffee.

“Me too,” I laughed cuddling up to his side, “Ryan Reynolds is a walking orgasm.”

“Oh ouch,” Eric clutched his arm pretending I’d shot him, “that hurt.”

“Oh shut up,” I play smacked his ‘hurt’ arm, “you know you’re my shmexy man.”

Intertwining our fingers Eric kissed my forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, “and you are my shmexy women.”

The movie faded to a “Cash for Gold” commercial and I looked up at Eric, “I wonder how much I’d get if I sent you in to Cash for…” I stopped as turned towards the TV, a target commercial flashed across the screen and “Kennedy” blasted out of the speakers.

“Want to get your holiday shopping done early?” a voice spoke swiftly over my song, “stop in to the Target in your town and pick up recording artist Britta’s new album ‘All These Mistakes I’ve Made’ set to be released next month.” A picture of me flashed across the screen, my jaw dropped.

“Was I just in a fucking Target commercial?” I screamed rhetorically.

“Babe, that’s awesome!” Eric yelled wrapping his arms around me.

I hopped off the couch and danced around to no music in particular, “holy shit this is really happening!”

Eric joined me in my awkward dancing, and I collapsed into his chest, “oh my god!” I exhaled, “I can’t believe this.”

Eric held me in his arms and spun around, “babe, you were just in a fucking Target commercial!”

“Ahhh, I know!” I squeaked.

“I’m so proud of you,” Eric shook his head in pride, “I told you this album was going to be amazing. Still afraid no one’s going to but it?”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I kissed him hard, “thank you for believing in me, I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“I love you more,” Eric kissed the top of my head.

“Oh my god, I have to call my manager,” I screamed and ran for my phone, “where’s my phone, where’s my phone?” I whined.

“Babe, calm down,” Eric chuckled, “it’s upstairs, right where you left it.”

I whirled around, “thank you,” I kissed him again, this time softly, “god I love you.”

Almost tripping twice I ran upstairs and grabbed my phone, pacing around the room I waited for my manager to pick up the other line.

“Britta! Nice to hear from you,” he answered sarcastically, “have you seen the commercial?”

“Mark! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to call back, and yes!” I screamed into the phone, “you did not tell me I was going to be on a Target commercial, I just majorly lost my shit.”

Mark laughed on the other line, “we wanted it to be a surprise,” he explained.

“Well that was the best surprise of my life, and trust me I’ve had more ‘surprises’ in the past 24 hours than a girl could ever need.”

“Well, I have one more surprise for you,” I could tell Mark was smiling while he spoke, “Taylor Swift has signed on for a duet. It’s being written while we speak.”

My heart stopped, “TAYLOR SWIFT!” I screamed, “I’m going to do a duet with Taylor fucking Swift?”

“Well,” Mark began, “as soon as you get your ass out here to LA. Now when can you get here?”

“I, I,” I stuttered.

“Britta,” a voice behind me softly came out of nowhere. I turned around and met eyes with Eric who was standing in the doorway.

“Eric,” I ran over to him, “you’re not going to believe this, I…” Eric grabbed my hand and I stopped talking.

Eric grabbed my hand and calmly whispered, “Marry me.”

holy crap, did you just die? cause i did.