Revocation
The next morning, you and Chris took seperate cars to work since he knew he would be working a bit later on a project deadline. Sebastian had actually called you at work halfway through the morning to let you know that the deal went through and he would be catching a flight home that evening. You could hardly contain yourself, but managed anyway since you were at work.
"I'll see you soon, baby doll. I can't wait to start a family with you.", he softly cooed over the line.
"Me too, honey. I love you.", you smiled.
"I love you, (Y/N)."
The day couldn't go by fast enough. You called Chris's desk to go to lunch and told him when Seb would be home. He was too busy to go to lunch, so you offered to bring him something. He was more than grateful. You left in your car to pick up the food, returned to the office and sauntered to Chris's cubicle, white plastic bag in hand.
"Hey.", you said quietly to his back as he was concentrating intently on his computer screens. You set the bag on the desk near him and pulled out the container that held his food.
He spun around slowly in his chair and sighed heavily as you put the container near his keyboard, "Oh, bless you. Thanks, hon." He looked a bit frazzled.
Your brows pulled together, "You okay?"
He opened the container as you unwrapped a fork and handed to him, "Thanks." He took a huge bite of the enormous salad, loaded with grilled chicken and veggies. He replied with a quiet, muffled voice through his food, "Yeah, I'm just a little stuck right now. Some codes aren't working and I'm having a hard time figuring out why." He swallowed, "Why do things have to go to shit when you're so close to being there, ya know?"
You hitched one side of your mouth in sympathy, "I'm sorry, Chris. Maybe take a few minutes to get some food in you and then try again? Might help."
"Maybe.", he sighed again and stood to give you a quick hug. "Thanks for lunch.", he kissed your forehead and then quickly stepped back and scoffed at himself, "Sorry. Old habits."
You smiled up at him, "It's okay. Don't worry so much."
You took your lunch to the break room and ate before getting back to work yourself.
You drove home late in the afternoon and thought about how excited your were to have a baby with Sebastian. The anticipation of having him inside you again after being apart was also overwhelming, even if it had only been two days. Once you got home, you changed into more casual clothes. Chris should be getting home just before Sebastian's flight came in so that you could both go pick him up.
You cleaned the house while you waited for Chris to get home; it was the only thing you could focus on since you were so keyed up.
You decided to take a break and have a soda. You cracked it open and stood in the kitchen, taking a swig. You heard the front door open, so you put down the can and headed toward the living room to greet Chris. His back was to you as he closed the door, then he turned. You were just getting to where he was. His eyes were red, his face blank.
Your brows furrowed and your hands went to his arms, "Chris, what's wrong?"
His pained eyes met yours, "Seb was in an accident."
You heart fell into your stomach and your eyes widened as you covered your mouth and nose with your hands, "What happened?"
"He was on his way to the airport and his cab got hit by a semi-truck.", his face was still void of expression.
Your breath hitched and your voice became panicked as you reached for your jacket off the coat rack with shaking hands, "Well, we need to go then. We need to go to him."
Chris grabbed your arm lightly and you paused to look at him with your jacket in hand, breathing heavily.
He clenched his jaw, "(Y/N)... He's gone."
You stopped breathing, dropping your jacket to the floor. It felt like someone just sucked all the life out of you and you felt like you might vomit. Your mouth fell open, your eyes filled with tears so quickly that when you squeezed your eyes shut, they flowed freely.
You finally breathed again, "No." You fell to your knees and sat back on your feet, your face hanging down in your hands. You heard the most primal, tormented yell ringing in your ears. You thought it was the sound of your heart breaking into a million pieces, but it was you, crying out in unfathomable agony.
Chris came down to you, crying again himself. He tried to hold you, but you were crying so hard and you couldn't even hold still. You were trembling violently as you wrapped your arms around yourself and started to rock, "No. No. God, no." You looked at Chris. His expression and him crying made things even worse. He took your hands in his and your eyes were pleading with him. For what you didn't even know. All you knew is that there was hole inside you now and you wanted to die.
His expression conveyed torture from his own pain and in seeing you this way, "I'm here." He held you as you continued to sob uncontrollably.
After a moment, he pulled back and took your face in his hands as your body jerked while you tried to hold back your sobs now. He looked deep into your eyes, "I'm here for you, (Y/N)."
You looked at each other for a beat and then he pressed his lips firmly to yours.
You shoved him away, your face twisted in hurt, anger and confusion.
His expression fell as guilt consumed him over what he just did. He whispered, "I'm sorry."
You got up quickly and stormed off to your room, crying again as you slammed the door.
Chris felt like dying too as he sat there alone on the floor while he closed his eyes tight, his own tears flowing again.