Revenge Is Sweet

35 - Athazagoraphobia

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I made a mistake. I thought Bethany would huff at me and I'd close the door on her.

She actually handed her kid over.

She gave Grey the information he needed then turned to me and handed over a diaper bag as well as the time Rosie needs to go to bed and her nap time.

Greyson isn't happy. I'm pretty sure he hates me right about now, actually.

He set us up in a hotel room with two beds. He glared at Rosie while he asked for the two beds. The plan was probably for one bed since we share most nights anyway, but we can't do one bed with a toddler with us.

Along with the bag, Bethany handed over a stuffed animal. A dog. She wasn't lying when she said it was Rosie's favorite.

Rosie won't let it go. I tried to set it off to the side so Greyson wouldn't have to look at it, but she threatened me with high pitched whines and tears.

Greyson glances away from his phone and at Rosie and me. I sit on one of the beds, crisscross and with Rosie between my legs. Her back is to me and she hugs her stuffed dog close.

"I'm going to leave soon." Greyson warns. It's only four and the sun is still out. I think he just doesn't want to sit around here any longer.

We've already been here for hours, quietly watching cartoons that interest Rosie.

"When will you be back?" I ask him, glancing down at Rosie when she grabs my hand with her tiny one. She's a little small for a three-year-old.

"I don't know." Grey dismisses me and slides his phone in his pocket, already collecting his things.

"We need to eat." I remind. "It's almost dinner time." I quickly add.

Greyson sighs deeply and glances at us on the bed. "Pizza?" He offers. I nod and shrug. "I'll be back." He sighs and heads for the door.

I perk up. "Juice too, if you can." I quickly request. "She shouldn't have soda and she'll probably want more than water."

Greyson pauses with the door open. He glances back at me and nods once. "Fine." He breathes. Then steps outside to leave. He shuts the door semi harshly behind him.

"No!" Rosie whines, reaching for the door.

Greyson still won't hold her. Or even really acknowledge her. I have yet to ask him to at least say hi to her since it wouldn't be very fair to him.

He clearly doesn't want to know about her. He just wants this done with.

"It's okay," I assure her. "He'll be back." I add. But Greyson won't want to see her when he comes back. "Look, puppy." I point to the animated dog on the tv.

"Puppy!" Rosie proudly holds her stuffed dog up towards the tv. Clem lifts her head at the ruckus Rosie's making. She lays comfortably on Greyson's bed.

I'm dreading the conversation I need to have with Greyson about the sleeping arrangements when he gets back.

This might be Rosie's first night away from her mom. She might get scared when it's time for bed and one of us is going to end up sharing a bed with her.

That's going to have to be Grey.

I get nightmares and I kick and hit. I can't risk hurting Rosie if I share a bed with her. Greyson lays semi still in bed, mostly on his stomach. He won't kick Rosie.

He's going to hate me so much when he comes back. He's already mad. I'm just going to make it worse.

I can't even tell him I'll figure it out. I can't share a bed with Rosie and she will probably have trouble sleeping if neither of us are with her.