Silent treatment

Speed through the months

Month 3:

"I want Pickles Darius."

"But-"

"Don't you love me Darius don't you love your children?" I cried and Darius huffed.

"Fine I'm going. You'd think I'd learn from the first time. The pickles always with the pickles." He murmured walking out the playroom.

Month 4:

"Tate!" He stumbled in the room tripping over himself with the blue bundle in his arms.

"What?" He hissed.

"Did you get the oranges?"

"Downstairs." He walked back out and murmured profanities under his breath. I sighed sitting up.

"Some appreciation for the person carrying the child would be nice!" I screamed after him

Month 5:

"Wedding invitations. Wedding invitations." Darius pondered sitting in his seat. He threw papers around looking for them.

"You lost the invitations?"

"No of course not they're rigggghhhhhht here." He picked up the cardboard box and held it up. I sighed in relief.
A,
"I'm going to take a nap." I sat on the futon not bothering with pulling it out and fell asleep.

Month 6:

"Get". I breathed in between my vomiting. "Out."

"Nope." He pulled my hair up and at in that position with me for five more minutes before pulling me flush to his chest. "How you doing in there baby?" He whispered running his warm hands over my bare tummy.

"We'll find out in a bit. Now go put on something so we can find out this baby's gender." He pinched my butt.

"Stop that!" I rubbed my nates.

~

"Gale get in here!"

I sprinted down the hallway like I'd seen Sydney do a while back. I swung into the boys playroom. "What happened?"

"Beau just walked." He panted.

"You're carrying me to the car." I huffed.

Month 8:

"Gale hello hun how are you doing?" I turned to my mother. I growled; hands protectively on my bloated tum tum.

"Get away from me."

"Dear-"

"I will slit your throat you take another step." She laughed in my face. Like a witches cackle. "Get away from me and my family."

"You heard her get away." Darius reached around me growling possessively. The middle aged woman scurried away without another thought. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" I faked innocent. He gave me a meaningful glare. "It's going to take more than that to break me." I strutted away and back towards the house.

Month 9:

"Where the hell is Darius?!" I screamed pushing.

"He's in Florida, Gale." Holly cooed. I squeezed down on Tate's firm hand and he didn't complain.

"We'll get his ass back in California."

"Push."

"I swear if it's a girl I'm going to kill that bastard." I screamed. We never wanted to know the gender.

"On three Gale." I took in full lung capacity. "One. Two. Three!" I pushed unsatisfied until the glass shattering wails filled the room. "You have another son, Luna." He breathed out. I relaxed into the bed letting go of Tate's hand.

"Thanks." I breathed. He rubbed it and I turned on my side ready to fall asleep. "Someone do me a favor and call Darius. Tell him I won the bet."

~

"Charles Parker Smith." The baby babbled in my arms. Talking about weather I suppose. "I hate your father." I tickled his tummy. "It's been four hours he should be back by now." I huffed.

"And he is." I turned and looked at the doorway. "What's his name?"

"Charles Parker." I tapped his nose. He giggled like a little girl. "You know the boys birthday is in two weeks."

"Can we focus on us for just a second."

"Hard to do with six kids." I groaned.

"Like that. Just stop it. Yes I know you're probably endearingly angered with me but give me a break I was in a meeting I left as soon as Holly called."

"You shouldn't have left in the first place."

"But I did. And there is nothing you can do about it." He removed the small child from my arms as walked away.

Authors note: I think 2 more chapters epilogue and extra chapter whatcha think?

Yes?
No?
Maybe so?

It's coming to an end.

"it makes me want to cry."
-Gretel (the sound of music)

😂😂 I crack myself up.

-Hidden_Fae