Chapter105

"Clearly," I couldn't help it but cut in and confirm what she'd just said. Heather pinched me again but harder and I flinched. Sawyer adjusted and went on. "Please, I'm begging you, Sheridan, to forgive me," she looked at me, clear panic and fear in her eyes. I stared at her silently, making her uncomfortable. This girl, like her mother, had been a source to some of my problems from childhood. Was I really gonna forgive her? Heather left my arm and went to stand close to her sister. "Sheridan honey, please forgive her. I already have. Please, let everything end up well for everyone. Give her a chance. Please," she looked at me. I didn't say a word. "Please, baby. Do it for me then." I took in a deep breath, contemplating. "Fine. I forgive you, Sawyer." She lightened and her sister happily hugged her. Then she turned to me again. "Thank you, Sheridan." "Yeah. But I still don't like you." Heather giggled and Sawyer smiled, uncomfortably. "I know. But I'm still happy you've forgiven me. And congratulations for your baby." "Thanks." "Um, guess I'll leave now. Bye," she stretched her hand out and I shook it. She then turned to her sister. They hugged each other and Heather accompanied her to the door. I waited for her to come back. "I'm so happy she's a changed person now," Heather said, coming back. "It's better for everyone," she came over and hugged me tight. I held her too, "I'm angry with you." "What? Why?" she asked, looking up at me. "You pinched me twice. It was painful." She giggled. "Sorry, honey. It was for the good cause." "Yeah right," I kissed her forehead, "Go get your shoes. We're going to the hospital for your first check up." "Alright." *** The next week was great. I was officially the manager of my father's company. All his bank accounts which Christina had no right to touch, were rightfully mine. I was known by all as Sheridan Wesley. I reemployed all employees that had quit. I paid them better too. As for Aiden, I put him head of the production department. He was glad and as a hard working guy, he deserved it. Now the whole Los Angeles as well as the media knew about Christina's murder cases and about my return. Everything was perfect. The industries began producing good products again and our sales were getting better. Of course I called uncle Victor to announce the news to him and Laury. They were very happy for me and promised to come visit at the end of the year. *** One day at work, I received a call from sheriff Bates who'd since returned to Blueville. "Hello, sheriff." "Hello, son. How Are you and Heather doing?" "Perfectly fine, thank you. How's Blueville?" "Fine as ever." "Okay. How's Christina's case moving? When will she be taken to court?" "That's why I called. The FBI over there is waiting for the reappearance of Elijah Gerd. His witnessing and involvement is what they're waiting for. But don't worry, Christina and Rob would stay locked up until Elijah appears and they all go for trial. There's a time limit of three months. If he doesn't appear within three months, then those two would be judged without him." "Okay. As long as they're locked up, there's no problem. Thank you, sheriff." "Welcome. Have a good day." "You too." Sheridan's POV: Two months and a half later, everything was perfectly well. My company was doing great and my friends and love were fine. Elijah was still not found but that wasn't a worry to me. Heather and I had travelled to New York for a week because we needed to see a specialist who would give her some very important pregnancy and maternity tips, along with vitamins that would help in the good growth of our baby. Everything was perfect. "That was perfect," Heather told me as we left the doctor's office. "Yeah," I smiled at her. Her tummy was already beginning to poke out. Pregnancy was something that agreed with her because she was even more radiant and beautiful. And, our love was stronger with each day that passed. "Baby, I'm hungry. Let's go to a bakery so I get some hot buns. Please," she pouted and I chuckled. "Sure. Anything for you, love," I kissed her as we walked out of the building. We got into my car and we drove off to a bakery. We parked on the other side of the street and crossed over towards the bakery. I noticed about three homeless men in dirty grey sweaters, caps and warmers (neck warmers) and very bad shoes with holes. They stared into a restaurant close to the bakery. I felt bad for them. They were probably hungry. Once I'd buy some bun for Heather, I decided would give the homeless men some money. We entered the bakery and I bought her everything she wanted. I paid the bill and just when we were about to leave, we heard someone shouting angrily outside. Everyone in the bakery, including us turned to see what seemed like the owner of that restaurant with a stick, angrily driving the homeless men away, hitting them. Two ran away but one fell and the man started screaming at him, threatening to hurt him. Heather and I immediately went to intervene. "Hey, Hey, hey! Calm down!" I yelled, holding the owner and pulling him away while Heather helped the homeless man up. The angry owner got out of my grip and entered his restaurant. I immediately opened my wallet, looking for money. "Hope you're okay, sir," I said to the homeless man, my eyes still in my wallet. "Give him this " Heather said, looking into my wallet too. "Yeah," I took out a hundred dollar bill. That would be enough for him and his two other mates, to get a good meal. "Here," I said, without looking up as I struggled to close my wallet and put it in my pocket.