Chapter Forty Eight: Barbecue

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Court's POV
I'm down today.

This is not the typical day where I feel down because I'm missing someone or anxious about the baby. I'm upset with Chris and I'm not sure what to do. I already lashed out and he was not pleased. He was pissed to. He didn't come back that day. I can't help but wonder if I played it wrong. Maybe I should have been nicer.

My dad checked the bandaged foot. He used to be a medic before he joined the air force and later on became an ambassador. The maids did it when I was crying my eyes out face buried in a pillow. They tried to comfort me and they tried to feed me but I was unresponsive. I think I shouted at them if not insulted them. They called my mother. They used to to work for her and she thought I should have two of her best. She arrived that very day. Dad came this morning.

"It looks okay. No infections from what I can see. I will just change the dressing." I stared at him rather blankly. "Are we alright Courtney? At least tell me if the baby is if you don't care about yourself."

I would have kicked him if he wasn't my father.

"The baby is fine." He has been still. Maybe his father shouting scared him. What a way to introduce himself. Chris has a great voice. It's sexy when he's speaking gently. The gruffness of it is seductive. But when he shouts, it's intimidating. It booms with authority. He scared little Declan.

"And how are you? The maids say you fought with Chris. I didn't think he was coming back this soon!"

"Yes we had a disagreement."

I'll call it that because clearly he hasn't come around to seeing things my way.

"What was that about?"

"Stuff."

"Care to talk about it?"

"He wanted to have sex. I said no." That got my dad to cringe. He felt so uncomfortable he looked away. "What? No advise?"

I seriously didn't expect him to ask me for sex. Is he that insensitive? How do we have sex when we can't get close to each other? I'm not looking forward to being on all fours! He gets rough when that is the option on the table.

"Uh... Maybe it's a conversation you should have with your mom."

"I'm sorry. Don't go. Come here."

"No more talk about you and Chris and how this baby came to be. I really can't imagine you as anything less than my little girl. Please. I want that memory preserved."

"Noted." He got into the bed with me. I leaned against him. "We were fighting about a signature. I forged his signature twice. Before you start on me, listen. The first time was because he left some important documents unsigned and time was not on our side. You see, his father wanted to appoint him as CEO of the St Patrick Group. All he had to do was accept the job. He left without signing and there was a time limit. I signed them for him. No biggie! It was Jason st a signature!"

"Good Lord! That is criminal!"

"Fine, if you put it that way then maybe it's criminal."

"Not maybe Courtney Love. It is criminal!

"But that wasn't the biggest crime. Things escalated and I decided that I should have his shares of the company. For Declan."

"Who is Declan?"

"My son. This guy." I poked my stomach but for once he did not poke back. That's odd. I'm starting to worry about him. Which corner of the womb is he hiding in?

"Let me guess, you forged everything." He frowned with concern in his blue eyes.

"Yes. And as though the universe was against me, the documents landed in Christopher's hands. He wasn't happy. We had a fight."

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