Burns & Bruises

Chapter 41| Touched Out

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5 months later

Azriel Thompson POV
Wednesday, November 15th
2:45 pm

Rubbing my slightly stiff stomach, I watch as Jamarion goes through his deceased wife's belongings placing them in different boxes.

Each time another item gets thrown in the box he says is to stay with us, my heart pains.

Leaning more into the counter for support, my eyes pierce his back facing me. Thoughts of jealousy and self-doubt linger.

Clearing my throat, I catch his attention when he reaches for another box.

What's the sense of saying you're ready to move on and clear out her stuff if you are just putting it in boxes to be stored in the house that you are sharing with your pregnant girlfriend and kid?

A hiss comes from him and he aggressively throws down her toothbrush casing.

Rolling my eyes, I lean my heavy body off the counter and stand on my swelling feet.

Wobbling, I decide to get out of his air and allow him to carry whatever it is that he wants to carry.

At this point, if he even wants to lift up the house and carry it with all her things then he can.

I have accepted that our place will always be second when it comes to her.

I will always be the second wife that's even if he plans on marrying me.

Because he has yet to propose and baby girl is due, in mid-January, sometime around his birthday.

Rubbing the tension away from my forehead, I walk to the car, almost flooded with tears. Not only from how hard it has been with us as a couple but with the fact that I am now back at the house where my life was almost taken from me.

I slide across the leather seat and reach over to the buttons on the centre console. Turning up the AC, I lean further into the seat.

I guess our honeymoon phase as a couple is over and we are now in the phase where we are getting to see the true colours of each other.

Running my hands underneath my eyes, I catch the few tears that manage to slip away.

I feel so alone and stressed out about this whole pregnancy, despite Jamarion being around 24/7 it just doesn't feel like enough and I don't know how to explain it.

I watch as he struggles to place box after box on top of each other with his wife's things in there.

Rolling my eyes, I turn away from the view of the house and him.

Only God knows how much Jamarion's presence has been an irritating experience this entire pregnancy.

A smile replaces my once frown when he sticks the for sale in the front lawn just like we had talked about.

It was such a hard thing for us to agree on and so many times he stepped back on what we agreed on but today, finally he's going through with what we agreed on.