PREGNANT FOR BROTHER IN LAW

28; .....God, I Wish....

    Vee's P.O.V
    One month down the drain. Everyone is okay, no one is asking you questions about what happened. You shut your mouth. Closed yourself in your room because that is where you belonged. You don't want to associate yourself with anybody.

    Kendra allowed me to stay in their house. It didn't last. They agreed with Xander to rent me out a place to stay in. That didn't cost them a dime. Xander has various hotels around, he got me one of his penthouses to stay in. I still wonder why he didn't take me to the old one. I didn't ask. Kendra was against it, but I had to stay there until I deliver the 'baby.'

    Funny, Xander is still going in with the story that I am pregnant. He hasn't locked eyes with me for a month. When we cross paths while in Kendra's house, he pushes me over. He has never visited me in the penthouse. Kendra reminds me, I am the reason he doesn't sleep at home sometimes. "He is still angry that you are responsible for the miscarriage," is the chorus that she gets to sing every time Xander sleeps out. I regret that every day. It still bothers me, if I was the reason, why is he always comfortable around me at the hotel?

    I am just getting my hopes up for nothing. Kendra might be saying the truth. Xander can't stand me. Not after that little shit show, I pulled on that day. Not after embarrassing myself in front of him.

    Life in a condo ain't fun. Most of the time I am inside the house. Nothing much. Those are the instructions by Kendra. You stay in the house, do nothing and feed the 'baby.'

All I am doing is, Netflix and sleeping. Sometimes laundry or cooking. These ain't the important things though. Kendra comes to visit once in a while. She is not that bitter, I don't know why, maybe she feels guilty for denying me justice.

    Standing by the microwave, I watch as it is getting my food warm. I smile thinking how we human beings are like food. Sometimes were are hot, and noisy but other times we are cold and resentful. The microwave beeps. I pick the food and head to the living room to resume my Ginny and Georgia.  The doorbell rings. I look at it but I know I don't need to open the door. Instead, I quickly switch off the television and focus on my food. Pretending that I haven't heard about the door, I start acting as if I am busy and tired from the 'pregnancy.' Pretense has become the new normal.

    Instead of the clicking heels on the marble floor, the heavy thud of a masculine figure in the room is felt. The Gucci perfume that he uses everyday masks my nose and I can't help myself and get lost in it. I play with the fork on the spaghetti that is on my plate. The corner of my eyes is busy trying to check him out. He doesn't move to my side, instead, he walks to the kitchen island and starts to access the drawers.  After sometimes he clicks. Yeah, there is no coffee, expectant mothers don't take coffee you know. I wish I can say that using my sweet voice but I can't.

    "Jeez, Vee, what do you have here for a human being to eat?" he slams his hands on the island in frustration. I know he wants coffee, probably didn't sleep at Kendra's and now he is exhausted from the twenty phone calls he got and the last one that he received ended up in a quarrel that he doesn't want to deal with.

    I shake my head. I can't reply to him like a normal human being. He is married, remember? Distance. This was my distance. I went back to my food, but not eating because the corner of my eyes was busy watching the way his arms were holding the cupboard and drawers. His rippled shoulder forms the arch, to show how strong of a man he is from a gym workout.

    I hear, a pan on fire, oil sprinkling, and then some sizzling. Don't tell me he is making some beacon this morning. I would love to have those. I turn around and he looks at me. For the first time since the incident. He looks at me, holding onto my gaze. The dark circles beneath his eyes, that is lack of sleep. Dry lips, probably he didn't put on one of his signature lip balms to seduce women while he bites them. Shaggy hair, what has been happening with him? Quickly he throws his gaze on the food on the pan and turns them.