Dangerous Obsession

chapter eight

Maven's Pov
"Honey if there's one thing i know about your wife is both of you are her priority,"she says trying to reassure me. When i had that fight with her she really hit new lows. I always make time for both of them but she's so focused on keeping us safe she forgot she's a wife and a dad to Arlo. How much money is enough money because she seems to have a lot of it. And if not me then at least prioritize your daughter. She forgot to pick up Arlo that day and blamed me for not letting her hire a driver of her choice. "I know she loves us, i do but what's going to happen when the baby comes?"

"What!? Baby? Are you pregnant again?"she asks covering her gasp with her hands. "Don't tell her anything yet, i want to wait for a while when everything isn't overwhelming,"

"Maven your baby died, don't you remember?he died a few months before the incident"

"Actually i don't remember anything before right now,"i say genuinely confused because i don't even remember how i got the C section scar on my belly. "Died?Who was the father?how old was he, how and why did he die?" I ask needing answers. "They abandoned you honey, as soon as you said you were pregnant,"she says and i feel my cheeks get wet every time I replay those words in my head. The thought of me not being able to remember anything so all the memories i have are the ones they are feeding me right now makes it even more scary. "Hhe...he was one,"she says and that makes me tear up even more. The fact that i can't feel the pain because i can't remember it, remember him.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and i fish it out to see a text from Paul. "I have to go back to work, they need me,"i say getting up to leave when my dad holds my hand.

"Arlo...i..is y..ou..r-"

"just leave your dad, he'll finish that sentence tomorrow,"mom says and i can't help but shake the feeling that he wanted to say something more than just Arlo. When i get to the parking lot Marlowe is already there on her phone. "Is your mom okay?"

"What?"

"Did you get her the medicine?"

"Ah yes of course i did,"she says and i find it weird she forgot something she told me. "Actually i don't want to go to work, can we go to central park?" I ask and she nods in understanding. We drive in silence with me holding back questions i really want to ask her.

"Do you think workaholics make good spouses?"

"It depends on the priorities they have set miss,"she says not even thinking twice about what to say. Exactly what I was thinking. We get out of the car with me freezing abit from the chillness. I feel a warm jacket draped over me as we walk in the park.

"Do you think I'm a good mom?"

"Ofcourse you are, why would you even question that?" she asks seriously.

"How would you defined love Marlowe?"

"This is a tough one. I would describe love as the most painful beautiful experience with no one but yourself to see it through. Only you can understand why your heart aches for a person or why it beats faster for them and only you have the power to give up or hold on to it,"she says realising she might have gotten carried away. "That's so beautiful,"i say with her eyes still on me making me Abit self conscious. "Thank you," she says. I'm about to ask something else when her phone rings interrupting us. "Yes baby?" She says and I feel my heart drop. "Are you okay?"she asks whoever it is on the other end of the line."When i get off work I'll bring you some okay?now go back to studying,"she says before hanging up to return her attention to me, who's already watching her.

"You have a child?" I ask curiously. "I do, her mom left us and she's all i have to remind me of the love we once had,"she says and i rub her back unable to think of anything else to do to comfort her as we sit on the bench. Why do I feel like this? Like there's something I'm missing. Like there's a past i really need to remember but can't. Sometimes i wish i can remember who i was before so i can understand myself better. All i know is what people tell me about myself.

"How old are they?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Your child, how old?"

"She's almost seven,"she says looking over to me. Something about her makes me want to know more. Like why she's a single parent when she could easily find someone. She checks the time on her wrist watch before getting up abrubtly. "We need to pick up Arlo,"she says and i chuckle at how prompt she is. "She's having a sleepover today so i made sure i packed everything before she left,"i say getting up as well. Maybe this was uncomfortable for her. We walk in silence back to the car feeling her eyes on me from time to time but i shrug it off. It's part of her job after all.

When we get to the house it's quiet as usual. "Nancy is Frankie home yet?" I ask her as she pretends to dust the house but it's already clean. Frankie hates idleness so she must have thought it was her. "No ma'am,"she says softly before i walk away to our bedroom and change into something more comfortable. I'm already hungry by the time I'm done and i know why. I hate pregnancies because of the weird cravings they give you. I move to the kitchen but don't find anything i want to eat. I guess I'm ordering takeout. I think to myself. I have a lot to do but i don't want to stress myself because of the baby. I hate when the house is quiet because it makes me rely on my thought for entertainment. I sit on the couch deciding it's time for a little relaxation with a movie before bed.

"Can I sit here with you?"

"Sure it's a free country my friend,"i say making her chuckle lightly as she plops on the couch a safe distance from me scrunching up her face at the choice of movie I'm watching. I pause it and shift my body weight to face her. "Is there something you'd like to say?" I ask. "Well since you asked why do you like sappy rom coms
I've never understood that,"she says and I'm abit confused about how she knows I like romantic comedies, i could have as well just decided to watch one today.

"How do you know I like them?"

"After a long day that can't be the first thing a normal person watches,"she says cockily but i know if i keep this up my hormones won't go easy on her and she doesn't deserve that. I'm about to say something when the door bell rings letting me know my chicken wings are here. If she poking at me i might not be in the mood to share.