This Love Is Ours (Sequel to Chadwick's Sister)

Chapter Seven

Caitlyn's POV

"Wesley!" I yell, very annoyed with my fiancé at the moment.

"What?" He asks, walking into the kitchen where I was.

"How about 'yes Cait?' Or even the word yes?"

"Yes darling?" He asks rolling his eyes.

"It was your turn to do dishes." I say, pointing to the overflowing pile of dirty dishes.

"There's a dishwasher for a reason."

"Yeah that you have to unload in order to load these ones."

"You're the woman, you do them. I'm working on stuff right now." He says, turning around and walking out of the kitchen.

"Excuse you, but who are you and what have you done with my fiancé?" I ask, following him into the baby's room where tarps are laying around, paint tins are scattered, and paint brushes on opposite sides of the room.

"If you want this room finished by the time our daughter is born I suggest you leave me be." He says, picking up the paint brush and continuing painting the white walls a light pink color.

"I'm only four months along, you have five months to work on this room. I'm pretty sure unloading and loading the dishwasher isn't going to keep you from finishing this room."

"Cait, instead of arguing with me and wasting your time why don't you just go and do it?"

"Because I'm on my way to meet up with Breezy."

"Wow Cait you never do anything do you?" He asks, dropping the brush in the foil tin. He gets up and storms off into the kitchen.

"Really Wesley? You're going to be that big of a jerk?" I ask following after him into the kitchen.

"You know I'm right. You do nothing."

"Really Wes. I'm the one who cleans around the house, I cook, I do the laundry, not to mention I'm the one carrying our baby. Do you know how much that is? My back hurts all the time but yet I still pick up after you. All I'm asking you is to just empty the dishwasher and fill it. Okay?!" I finally yell next thing I know I'm bawling my eyes out.

"Why don't you just go lay down. You don't need this stress for the baby as well as yourself. And our daughter doesn't need to hear her parents yelling at each other."

"You mean her father being a jerk to her mother? I agree." I turn around storming off to our bedroom. I pull my phone out and dial Breezies number.

"Hello?" Thank God she answered.

"Hey Breeze it's Cait."

"Hey sweets, you on your way?" She asks.

"Yeah, sorry I'm running late Wes and I have been arguing for the past 20 minutes." I say slipping some TOMS on my feet.

"Awe Cait I'm sorry, what happened?"

"I'll explain at lunch."

"Okay, drive safely and I'll see you soon." She says, before we both hang up. I grab my keys and my purse before walking out of the bedroom.

"Where you going?" Wes asks.

"I told you, I have to go meet up with Breezie."

"I think you just need to stay here and relax, you don't need this stress for the baby."

"Yes Wes cause I wanna stay here and sit in silence, stressing out about what you're thinking and about this whole fight." I say and he looks at me surprised. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go." I say, opening the door and walking out to my car. I get in and start heading to Breezie and Andrews house.

Once I finally pull up to their house, I kinda just sit in my car in their driveway. Is this how it's going to be between Wesley and I after we're married? I've never seen him act like that before. I finally get out of my car and walk up, knocking on the front door.

"Hey Cait." Andrew greets as he opens the door.

"Hey Andrew."

"Breezie is just laying Rory down in our room so if you wanna go ahead and take a seat in the living room." He says and I nod. I walk in and go into their living room. I sit down on the couch and moments later Breezie comes in.

"Hey sweets! You ready to go?" She asks, giving me a hug.

"Sure." I answer. I get up off the couch and we both walk out to the garage, getting in her car.

"Okay so what happened between you and my brother?" She asks as we start driving.

"Well he's been really wanting to get the baby room done and so I guess he was working on that today. I walked in the kitchen and the pile of dishes were literally over flowing out of the sink. Not to mention, the dishwasher hadn't been emptied yet. Anyways so I asked him if he could come do the dishes since it was his week to do them. He made this huge deal about how he's the guy and he shouldn't have to do them. And he's working in the baby's room so if I want the room done by the time she gets here then I need to leave him be. As well as saying I don't do much around our place."

"He said that to you?" She asks and I nod. "Well first of all, your carrying his baby. Second I know you pick up after him, and I know it's not easy taking care of your house being pregnant. And your also planning your wedding, while being pregnant."

"I don't get why he's acting this way."

"He's probably stressed out and nervous about the baby." She says and I nod. I really hope that's the only reason.