There's Always Second Chances

Chapter 17

I was mad that Delilah went around school on one of the days she decided to go in and tell everyone about the nursery. She told them that we did it all in one day. We didn't. We did stuff over several days. I rolled my eyes and continued on with what I was doing. 

We finally got home and had dinner like usual. "Did you like the baby's room?" I asked as I sat with Delilah in the living room. When we showed it to her she didn't say anything. She just went into her room and holed up for the rest of the day. Then she gushed about it to everyone else but the people who made the nursery for her. "It was really cosy in there, you didn't have to do that you know," Delilah spoke looking up at me. 

"Good," I responded getting up to go and get a drink. Andrea took Søren upstairs so that they could have some time alone watching movies. I was so glad that today was the last day of school before we had a couple of weeks off for half term. Who would've thought the work would get harder in the last year of school. 

When I came back into the living room and sat on the sofa, something felt off with Delilah. There was a scowl on her face and she was sneering at the wall in front of us. "What's wrong?" I asked. Was there something wrong with the baby? Is there pain? Is it something that I can help with? She was okay a second ago. 

"None of your business..." she snapped. I took a deep breath and sighed. So I did something wrong then? "Sorry I asked," I responded. I immediately regretted it because it came out in a sarky tone. I got up from my seat and decided that I was going to go and relax in my room. Maybe write my Mum another letter. 

"Where are you going?" Delilah asked. More like she demanded. I didn't see why it mattered. "I'm going to sleep," I responded. Maybe I needed sleep more than I did the other things. I saw her scowl deepen. Why did it affect her so much?

"That's all you do lately. You just seem to go to school, then go to work, then you come home. You eat dinner and then you go to do school work or sleep. You never spend time with me. You never do anything for me." she screamed at me. Is this what's bothering her? I can't spend every waking moment with her. I just stood there trying to process why she was kicking up a fuss. I literally did everything for her. Andrea did stuff for her. Hell even Søren who she hated did stuff for her. Delilah didn't even have to lift a finger. I turned around to go to my room again. 

"What nothing good to say? I know you're cheating on me with Andrea and Emma. You don't have to hide it now or blame it on work." she snapped once again. That's it. I've had enough. I turned around to look at her. I couldn't control it anymore. She's annoyed me so much over the summer holidays and now she's accusing me of cheating on her when we weren't even together in the first place. 

"You are being such a child! I'm working 2 jobs just to put money away for our child. So what if I'm not interested in you right now. I'm still trying to get over the fact that the person I fell in love with is in a relationship with my best friend. I'm not callous enough like you to ruin their relationship. So what if I'm talking to Emma. She's just trying to get her head around why you like someone like me..."  

I hoped that answered all her bitchy little accusations. She scrunched her face up and stomped one of her feet on the floor. Such a child. 

"I never asked you to look after the baby, an besides, I'm getting money from my Father," she retorted. Was that supposed to make me angry? 

"Did you think about my choice first before you poked a hole in the condom? Or how about when you drugged me before hand?" 

If she wanted accusations. How about trying these on for size? It wasn't like it wasn't true. I turned around left her to think about herself. Why is she so annoying? Why is she so obsessed over every little thing I did. I made it to my room and accidentally slammed the door. Sorry Andi. 

I started writing a letter to my Mum. I read it once over and rolled it up into a ball. There was no use complaining about problems that she won't be able to sort out. I tried again and left out everything about Delilah apart from briefly mentioning that we had an argument. I sent her photos of the nursery on my phone and finished the letter up. 

I put on my headphones and started listening to music to calm myself down. There was no way I was going to apologise to her tonight. Let alone at all. She should be apologising to me. I wouldn't have to do all this if she didn't drug me. 

If only there was evidence for me to shove it in her face and tell her I told you so.