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Chapter 55 - Fighting

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*Tom pov*

We've been back in London for a week now, it's late in the morning and the kids are in school.
Charlotte and I have finally decided what to do for the twins room and we also need to clean the house a bit, things are scattered all over the place.
I start to pick up furniture journals and paint colors journals and a few other things, putting them in a box under our bed.
I then go downstairs and see Charlotte kneeling to clean the bathroom
"Darling, give me that I'll do it" I say grabbing her elbow and helping her up
"Ok...thanks" she says leaving the room

Lately I noticed she's a bit on edge, probably because of meeting her family again and she doesn't really know how to feel about it, so I'm trying to make her relax.
After scrubbing down the bathroom, I move into the living room picking up a few other magazines and books putting them back where they belong, after mopping the floor I go in the kitchen and start to scrub the counters and the burner.
Charlotte comes in the room and after kissing me on the cheek she turns and grabs an apple
"How are you today love?"
"Good" she says
She sit on the bar stool and stay to eat her fruit, after a few minutes she leans her head on the counter
"Are you sure you are ok?"
"Yes Tom, I am, just resting my eyes"
"Ok" I say going back to what I was doing
Once I was done with the counters I went to put back in its place the detergent, when I got back in the kitchen I saw my wife unloading the dish washer and trying to put things back in the cupboards, I say trying because she isn't quite tall enough to reach the top of them and with her growing belly is even more difficult for her.
I get near her and grab the two bowls she's holding.
"I've got this love"
She lets me take them and I put them back
"I can unload the dish washer, you can do something else and relax" I say as I close the cupboard and turn to her smiling, but she isn't smiling back at me; instead she has her arms crossed on her chest and is looking straight at me "what's wrong love?"
"Will you stop asking if I'm ok? Stop saying go relax and not letting me do things?" She says in a quite mad tone
"I...I was just trying to help you darling" I say taken aback from her sentence
"Don't darling me Tom! I'm not sick, I'm pregnant, quit treating me like I am a china doll that's about to break!"
"Charlotte, I'm sorry I really was only trying to help you and I...I don't want you to be so tired"
"Stop! As I said I'm not a china doll, I am capable to do things on my own!"
"I know that, but-" I say but she cuts me off
"Don't, please don't! Can you leave please, I think I need some time alone. I'll get the kids from school" she says turning away from me
"You want me to leave the house?" I say in disbelief
"Yes please" she says as she goes upstairs
I reluctantly grab my coat, put my shoes on and leave.

I sit in my car and try to think what I've done wrong, after 20 minutes I get out and decide to walk to my mum's house.
It takes me about 40 minutes, my mum opens the door and hugs me.
"Hi"
"Hi...why are you out of breath?"
"I came here on foot and run for the last 20 minutes"
"Why? It's cold!"
"I know, I just needed to blow off some steam"
"What's wrong, my love?"
"Charlotte and I had a fight and she asked me to leave. I didn't know what to do so I came here, maybe you have some advice or can tell me what I've done wrong"
"Come sit and tell me what happened as I cook lunch for us"
I thank her and sit at the kitchen table.
"Tell your mother Thomas, come on"
"We were cleaning the house and I made sure she was not doing anything too hard, I found her scrubbing down the bathroom and I told her I'd do it, then she was unloading the dishwasher and I helped her and told her to go do something else and relax. She got mad and...yelled at me that she does not need me to do things for her and that she is capable to do things on her own. I..." I stop not only because I need to breath since I said that very fast but even because I had tears in my eyes. It might seem very stupid, but today was our first fight ever. I had fights with other girlfriends before but this is different, she is the love of my life and I don't want to fight with her.
"I...I told her I was just trying to help and she got more mad and in the end told me to leave. Was I supposed to let her do the hard work? I've been helping her a lot more since she got pregnant and she never told me anything, she appreciated it, what has changed?"
"Do you think there is another reason that could have triggered her reaction?"
"I don't know mum...she's been a bit on edge since we came back but she won't tell me what's wrong, she's been a bit distant"
"I'm sorry that you fought. I'm sure everything will be fine"
"Do you think I should talk to her once I get back?"
"I think you should but don't push her"
"I also think I have to apologize, maybe I underestimated her strength, I mean I know she's a very strong woman but as her husband I just wanted to help her"
"I know, I know son. Now eat and then go home and talk to your wife"
I ate the delicious pasta my mother cooked and after thanking her and say goodbye I got back on the street and slowly walked home since I knew she was about to leave to go get the kids.