Chapter 89

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Heather's POV:

After another hug, we smiled at each other. Sawyer wiped away her tears.

"You look like the happiest woman on earth," she said with a sniff.

"Me? Why?" I smiled.

"Because it's true. I mean, look at you," she held both my hands, "You're so beautiful. You look satisfied and happy. And I understand why."

"Why?"

"You've found Sheridan. You never stopped insisting on the fact that he could be alive. And you were right. I was just being dumb and negative. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Sawyer."

We were reconciled and I was glad about it.

"So, what are your plans with him?"

"Plans? About the pregnancy?"

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Y– you're pregnant?? For him??"

I giggled.

"Yes. Didn't you hear him yesterday announce it to Christina?"

"No, I didn't! I was crying and was lost. Oh my gawd," she laughed happily, "I'm gonna be an aunty. I'm warning you, Heather, I'm going to be spoiling that child."

I laughed and she joined me. Never had I seen Sawyer happy for me. It warmed my heart.

Sawyer's POV:

I was very happy. Heather was carrying a baby. I would be an aunt. For the first time in a very long time, I felt sincere happiness for Heather. She looked so beautiful, so happy and bright. She deserved it. For the good person she was.

Heather's POV:

Sawyer and I laughed and chatted for a long while. At a point, she became quiet.

"What's wrong?"

"If I want to change, I'll start by apologising to every person I've offended. Starting with Sheridan."

"Yeah. You should do that."

"But I'm scared."

"Why??"

"I know he hates me. Don't try to tell me otherwise. He would never forgive me. And– and I can understand that," she looked at her fingers, sadly.

"Sawyer, have you tried?"

"No."

"Then? You can't conclude yet. I'm sure he'll try to understand you. And if he does forgive you, you'll have to give him some time to start liking you."

"Heather, I can't. I'm so scared."

I smiled and her and turned.

"Sheridan??" I called out loud. Sawyer gasped and grabbed my hand.

"No! No!" she whispered, panicking. I giggled.

"Yes??" we heard him reply.

"Please, come here!"

Sheridan's POV:

I walked into the living room, hands in my pockets. Heather stood up and held my arm.

"Sawyer, has something to tell you," she looked up at me. I turned to sawyer who stood up, nervously.

"Um Sheridan, I know how much you don't really appreciate me and I understand that. B– but I want to ask you something."

"What?" I replied in a slightly rude manner. I felt Heather pinch me a little, "Sorry. What do you want to ask?" I asked in a cooler tone.

Sawyer looked anxious as she nervously intermingled her fingers.

"Well, I want to ask you for forgiveness. Please, forgive me for all these years of disrespect and bad behaviour. I– I've realised my mistakes and I want to change. Please, forgive me. I know I've clearly been a witch and–"

"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."

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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.

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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."