"Chico, did you pick up the brownie mix for tonight?"
A distracted negative sound came from the mop of blond. He was technically facing her direction, but she couldn't see his eyes. He was scrolling through his phone, one earbud in, evidenced only by the cord appearing through his curly locks. Blake had just returned from recording. She wore a zip up black hoodie with a glittery gray skull on the front and some neon yellow leggings, her hair in space buns.
"Is Zelda napping?"
An affirmative noise, typing a message now. Blake watched.
"When did she go down?"
"Usual time." His phone vibrated, he smirked for a second, sending a reply back.
"Good... So um, do you know what you want for dinner tonight? I guess I need to go to the store to get the brownie stuff," she tried not to sound judgmental or bitter. It was fine. He was probably just enjoying his day off with Zelda. Taking a toddler to the store wasn't always a fun time. Zelda always wanted to go through the toy aisle, after all. She understood why he might have forgotten, but she needed to get them.
He shook his head.
Blake bit her lip, "Did you, uh, get to the laundry?"
He finally looked up. Was she wrong to ask? He'd said that he would do it, right? Was she remembering that wrong? "No, Blake. Anything else?" Her chest tightened at his tone. Annoyance. She shook her head. "Great." He gave her a smile that barely extended through his lips. He stood up and walked to their bedroom. She rubbed her arms, tugging the hoodie he'd bought her closer. She felt the stone of her engagement ring against her finger. It would be fine. He was just having one of those das.
Blake examined items in the fridge, pondering what she would need to make things. Maybe it wasn't worth it to cook tonight. Kiefer came into the kitchen just after she closed the fridge. He opened it, reaching in. "Hey, Kiefer. Do you want to go out to dinner tonight? Anywhere you like. It would be nice." He pulled a sports drink out, opening it and taking a sip. He looked at her, scrutinizing for too many seconds. Finally he sighed.
"No, sorry. I'm going to go on a jog later." A jog. She realized he'd set a bag on the counter. A small one that he put occasional gym clothes in. He'd been going jogging a couple of times each week.
"I could come," she said suddenly.
He frowned, looking almost confused. "Who would watch Zelda?"
"Oh..." She bit her lip again. "Well-"
"Don't worry about it. I'll see you when I get home. Sorry about the laundry." He picked up his bag and walked out without another word.
Blake tapped her fingers against the counter, stomach beginning to church. Its fine. You're imagining it. He wasn't mad. You didn't make him mad... its okay. Still she felt the sting her throat and the knot did not feel like a fleeting feeling.
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Beginning of the end
Cerita PendekBlake loves him very much. She has loved him for years. How can she not love the father of her child, her fiance? There are bumps and bruises along the way, but Blake is sure that in the end, when they get married, it will all be alright. It has to...
