The Best Friend's Contract novel Chapter 43

Kenna

''Kenna?'' A familiar voice greets me which causes me to turn and see Noah standing near me, both of his eyes looking directly onto my face as I do the same, surprised to see him looking much more different than when we last saw each other. His hair is neat yet messy at the same time but shorter than when we were together and even he looks much more built, happier and even more sophisticated.

''Noah, it's a surprise to see you.'' I reply as he starts to pull me in for a hug, making me hug him back for a short few seconds before we both pull away—his lips curving up into a smile, ''It's been awhile, what are you doing here?'' I ask, eyes wandering around to see if he's not actually alone but he is . . . standing in front of me all by himself.

He chuckles, ''You remember Matthew, don't you? He got into a car accident a couple of days ago and I was just visiting him,'' He replies.

''Matthew Kingston? The Matthew Kingston got into a car accident?'' My eyes widen in surprise before blinking a few times, trying to recall back the images of Matthew being one of Noah's closest friends and he was by far, very, talkative. He prefers motorcycles instead of cars and he has always been in love with his super bike.

''The one and only Matthew Kingston. Believe me, I was really surprised when I heard.'' He says, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. ''But, he's doing alright. He has a broken arm and a fractured rib—that's it, could've gotten worse if he rode his bike,'' He adds.

''Matthew Kingston hates driving cars. He despises cars!'' I exclaim, both of us laughing as we both continue to remember back how Matthew swore to never drive a car and would only stick to riding his bike. Then again, he also said that he would only be in a car when he's not the one driving.

Noah laughs, ''That was what I was thinking, too.''

We both continue to chuckle as we look at each other, realising the awkwardness creeping in before I begin to clear my throat—trying to break the sudden silence. ''It's been years, Kenna. Do you mind if I ask you out for lunch? I want to know what has been going on with you,'' He continues to speak, leaving me to smile.

''I'd like that,''

As soon as we've arrived at one of our past favourite restaurants, we take a seat near the window—one of our favourite seats, too. We used to come here when we were dating and it was by far the best place for us whenever we wanted something greasy, grilling and even cheesy. It was and still an unhealthy spot to eat but whenever we wanted to get that release, we would be here at the same spot, near the window and enjoying our cheesy hamburger.

He continues to look at me, ''How you've been?''

''Good . . . good, what about you? Still being adventurous and taking risks in your life or have you changed?'' I ask, leaving him to chuckle at my question as he leans back on his seat.

''I stopped being adventurous and taking risks in my life but I'm still thinking on going back that road because I miss that adrenaline rush. You get me, right? And, I'm just in the city for a little while . . . visiting Matthew and my mum,'' His eyes piercing directly into mine which causes me to frown, slightly confused.

''Just in the city for a little while? What does that supposed to mean?'' I raise an eyebrow. Noah has always lived in New York because he was born here and so was I. We met in New York, we got a job in New York and we were happy in New York—he has never said anything about anywhere else when we were together. Yes, he did say about travelling the world and that I was agreeing to it, but being in a different city for a long amount of time, with a different commitment, that was not in his mind.

He clears his throat, ''I got a job in Boston last year. So, I packed my bags and leave this city with a lot in my mind—I hesitated at first but I decided that it was best for me if I wanted to move on and I wanted to see progress in my life. Don't get me wrong, I loved my old job but there was just something missing in my life when you left,'' He replies.

I keep quiet, only listening to him. ''I needed a distraction, maybe or something more. I thought that I've seen enough of New York and I was getting tired of a few things here. I needed someplace new where I can try to meet someone new, too. That was when I got an offer in Boston, saying they needed my skills.'' He continues.

''Someplace new where you can try and meet someone new, too? Is that working out so far?'' I grin, teasing him as I realise that his cheeks has slightly redden from embarrassment.

''Well . . . there's this girl, her name's Hannah. She's hard to get,'' He replies.

''Hi, can I take your order?'' The waitress stands beside our table and we take our time to say what we want to eat as she writes it down before disappearing towards the counter, leaving Noah and I to continue our conversation—wanting to hear more about what each other after we decided to part ways or more likely, I decided.

''Ah, you and your adventurousness, always wanting risks in everything you do.'' I joke, leaning forward as I rest one elbow on the table before turning to look out the window, eyeing the busy street of New York.

''Just like how I wanted you,'' He says, causing me to turn and look at him; not expecting him to suddenly let those words escape his lips but he starts to lean forward as both of his hands resting on the table. ''I feel like we ended us without fully explaining things. There are more that I wanted to say to you but I didn't and I feel like I want to say them now, just to clear my head and ease my heart. That way . . . I can move on by leaving you behind,'' He adds.

''I mean . . . you were the best thing that has ever happened in my life. You were the perfect package, you know? It wasn't just your looks but it was you—how you talk, how you walk, how you stand and even by how you looked at me. It was perfect to me, you were perfect to me. I'm not trying to bring back what was in the past because both of us are already ahead in the future but I just want you to know that you were and always will play a huge role in my life.'' He continues to speak, silencing me.

''I'm sorry for hurting you, Noah. I'm sorry for what I did and I'm sorry for leaving you behind,'' I mutter under my breath but loud enough for him to hear.

''Well, it was your fault.'' We both laugh before he starts to grab onto my left hand, caressing the back of it. ''But, I don't blame you. We were in love and the next thing we know, it was just me being in love with you and I don't blame you for that because it must've been my fault. It must've been me, the whole reason why, you ended up having a change of heart. It must've been how I treated you or how I talked to you or how I responded, it must've been something that had triggered it to end,'' He adds.

''But, it was just me.'' I breathe.

''No, remember when we were planning to go to Italy? The same exact day, you didn't want to take the day off and you told me that you would be at the airport an hour or two before our flight and you wanted me to check us in. We planned that trip for weeks, we bought our plane tickets, we booked the penthouse, we searched for activities to do there but at the end of the day, you didn't show up.'' He looks at me, ''This may seem like it was your fault.''

''Because it was my fault. I called an hour late after our flight and I told you I couldn't make it because I had to cover up Ben's shift. You didn't get mad, you didn't yell or even explode, you were just . . . you were just silent. You were at the airport and I was busy at work when I knew that I was supposed to be there with you just like I promised but I wasn't and it was, really, really, my fault, Noah. There's no other way around it,'' I respond.

''You called and you apologised. How is that your fault?''

''I called and I apologised on the phone. When I got home, I didn't bother apologising to you and I just went straight to bed when I knew that you were in the other room, probably staring at the door and wait for me to knock and show up in front of you. I was a bitch, I was such a bitch, Noah and you know that. You have to agree to that,'' I continue. ''I cancelled our plans just like that as if it wasn't important when it was important. I ended up hurting you,''

He sighs deeply, ''You had your reason. Kenna, I knew the risks of being with a doctor but I took that risk anyway because when I first laid eyes on you, I was mesmerised by how you were. You were like an angel that fell out of heaven and you were absolutely breathtaking. Yes, you were always busy, you were always at work, you were always giving excuses, you were always cancelling our plans and you were rarely there for me but I knew you. I was ready for that, I was ready for anything that you would throw at me but I was being stupid for being upset,''

''You had the right to be upset for what I did,'' I frown.

''No, I should've just talked to you. I shouldn't have just stayed quiet the whole week because I was upset about our canceled trip to Italy. You were busy and I knew that when I committed myself to you,'' He says.

We both continue to look at each other, eyes pierced in one another without uttering anything before I begin to sigh, deeply as I lean back on my seat—my lips curving up into a smile, realising that Noah has always been perfect. He's everything that a girl can ask and I was too naive and probably too caught up in my own world to see that but then, he deserves someone more than me. Someone better.

''Hannah's a very lucky girl,'' I reply, breaking the silence.

He smiles, ''And Aidan is a very lucky man to have you,''

Things with Noah was great at first and we were doing things to make new memories but it was all cut short when all of a sudden, I had a change of heart. I had different feelings towards him and it was all my fault, I don't blame him because I blame myself even if he did blame himself for my sudden change but no . . . it was all on me.

That's why it shocks me to finally see and understand how things with Aidan has always been great from the very beginning and up till now. It has always been good. He has always been my one and only, has never crossed my mind to think of anyone else but him; he makes me truly happy, he makes me feel loved and he makes me being in love with him is a natural thing.

''What's his name?'' Noah asks, causing me to stare at him in confusion. ''Your boy,''

My lips curve up into a smile at the thought, ''Elijah. Elijah Gabriel Ashton,'' I reply, thinking back of when I was pregnant with him—with Aidan being passionate with me in everything he does, loving me in every way possible and how he has managed to give his full love towards us. It's a beautiful thing to witness, having Aidan as my best friend, my husband, the father of my child; it's funny how the world works.

''I saw him on TV. He's beautiful,'' He replies.

It doesn't take me long to let the memories flood my mind:

''You're doing great, Kenna! On the count of three, one, two, three. Push!'' Dr. Lin says as I use all of my energy to push the baby out, feeling myself growing weaker every moment as sweat continues to form on my forehead, dripping down onto both sides of my face. ''That's amazing, you're doing great. Keep it up,'' She adds.

My right hand gripping tightly onto Aidan's hand with him leaning closer towards my neck, whispering soothing words in my ear such as 'I love you' and 'I'm here' which is somehow calming me down slightly, making me nod my head a few times as I push once more, wanting to make sure that our baby is safely delivered.

''That's it, you're amazing.'' Aidan whispers in my ear as he kisses the side of my temple as soon as the sound of our baby crying is heard. I immediately feel Aidan leaning in to kiss me on the lips and up to the side of my face, with his hand gripping tightly onto mine—leaving me to close my eyes as I breathe out, finding myself crying as well.

''Congratulations, a healthy baby boy!'' Dr. Lin exclaims, happily.

Both Aidan and I turn to look at our boy, seeing him squirming as the nurses get ready to clean him off before wrapping him around in a warm towel, giving him to Aidan who seems to have his eyes in tears at the sight of our beautiful baby boy. My eyes continue to stare at him and our son, seeing tears flowing slowly down his cheeks.

''Look at him. Look at our baby,'' Aidan turns towards me as he slowly places our son on my chest with me holding him securely, letting Aidan run his finger lightly onto his small lips—seeing him opening his eyes, revealing a light blue eyes which matches mine which causes Aidan to chuckle as tears continue to stream down his cheeks. ''He's so beautiful,'' He breathes.