Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          
Katrina's P.O.V
                          
When I got back to my flat I hung up the bridesmaid dress, and fawned over it a bit. I wondered if they would still go through with the wedding, it'd be a shame if they didn't but if they did, it'd be wonderful.
                          
After I had done the dishes and shoved some clothes in the washing machine, I received three texts; one from PJ telling me he's on his way, one from Daisy warning me PJ is coming and one from Fionn telling me the Irish have taken over Yorkshire and announced him King.
                          
I smiled at the texts and cleared up a bit, so PJ didn't see all the mess.
                          
Now I'm waiting, watching "Flog It" on the television. I'm not even sure why.
                          
Someone rings the buzzer and I know it's PJ, I let him in.
                          
PJ looks the same albeit a bit more tired than usual. I sit on the arm of the sofa, watching him.
                          
 "I guess I should tell you then," he says straight out.
                          
All I do is nod.
                          
 "Natasha, my ex, is having trouble looking after my..son, which she named Peter..."
                          
He looks at me to make sure I'm following.
                          
 "Peter is about three...he uh..he's really sweet. He looks just like me."
                          
He must be really cute.
                          
 "Anyway, Nat's parents aren't fond of her, don't like her. She needs someone to help support Peter, she thinks it'd be easier if I got back with her..."
                          
 "And you thinks that's a good idea?"
                          
 "No, but...the situation she's in...she needs to recover, she's not well..."
                          
I don't know if he's guilting me or it's true, but either way I'm feeling a bit sorry. 
                          
 "So I'd have to look after Peter constantly and she doesn't want to get rid of him."
                          
 "Okay. Do you like her?"
                          
 "She's changed."
                          
 "That's not what I asked."
                          
 "I'm not sure but you and me..."
                          
I know, we'd become more friends than a couple, which is odd. We hung out but we rarely ever kissed any more, the last date we had was last year. I don't want to admit that but...I love PJ. I'm...
                          
I'm just not in love with him.
                          
I don't know if I want to believe those words. People say that loving someone and being in love with someone are two different things. I'm starting to think that's right...I didn't want this realisation now..
                          
 "I know..." I say.
                          
 "But I want to mend it...I really do. I need to talk with Nat about it..."
                          
 "We can try. Having a son isn't...okay well it kinda is your fault but it was an accident. But if this is going to work you need to sort out that situation or I'm sorry PJ."
                          
 "I know."
                          
He pulls me into a tight hug, I don't know why but I feel like I'm saying goodbye.