You And Me

Chapter 21

I have risen from the dead! No jk I got a job so I've been busy.

"Love, you need to rest." Noah says. He's laying shirtless on the couch but sits up when I start picking up DVD's. It's February and I'm 36 weeks, which is eight and a half months.
"Noah, I need to get these up. Don't fucking tell me what to do."
He stands up.
"Sit." He says seriously, pointing at the couch.
Sighing, I sit on the couch.
I watch my husbands ass as he picks up the DVD's I threw all around the living room.
We got into an argument last night because I wanted to watch Harry Potter but I couldn't find the DVD and Noah was telling me to relax. He was in the shower and I got pissed he didn't get out and help me.
I made him sleep on the couch and I'm still being cold to him.
He puts the DVD's I threw everywhere back in the TV stand. I bury my head in my hands.
The house falls silent.
"What's wrong?" he asks quietly.
"Let's get a divorce."
"Annabelle, don't joke like that." He says.
I don't move.
"You're not joking." He states simply.

NOAH'S POV

My wife runs her hands across her face and then looks up at me.
All I see is stress and pure heartbreak in her eyes.
"Noah." She whispers. Her eyes well with tears. "I can't do this. Every second we fight. We never kiss. We never hold hands. I just feel so ugly and so depressed. I just want our love back. I'm ruining everything. I wanna leave instead of getting heartbroken." Tears slide down her cheeks. "Don't touch me just because I said we never do." She snaps.
I take a deep breath and sit down next to her.
I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. I run my fingers through my hair and look at her, resting my chin on my palm.
"Look me right in the eyes and tell me that if you leave now you'll be fine and not heartbroken."
"I didn't say that." She sniffles.
"You said you want to leave instead of getting heartbroken." I whisper. "But if you leave you'll be heartbroken anyways. Anna, you are pregnant. You're under a lot of stress and your body is going through a lot of changes. We get into small arguments-"
"They're not small arguments, Noah!" She shouts at me, and then she starts sobbing. I reach out to touch her, but she shoves my hands off.
"Don't touch me! Get out! Get out!"
I walk to the bedroom and change into jeans.
"Noah, go!" She sobs.
"Let me get dressed, love." I say, my heart clenching. I pull on jeans and a hoodie and shove my feet in my combat boots. I grab my wallet and keys and phone.
"Get out!" She yells again.
I walk out the door.
I walk halfway down the street before realizing that I don't want to talk to Shay or Jay.
I want to talk to my wife.
But she kicked me out.
So that leaves one person.
But she's not here.
Sighing, I get in my car and drive to the park down the street. I park. There's a pond and a bridge going across it and a playground and people are ice skating and kids are playing.
I don't get out.
I dial one person I haven't spoken to in five months.
On the third ring, she picks up.
"Noah?" She asks.
I rub my temples.
"Hey Mum." I mumble. "I know I'm not the greatest son right now but I could really use one of your lessons." She sighs slowly.
"What happened honey?"
"Ever since Mrs. Oates smacked Annabelle, my wife has been just...gone."
"You're on speaker so your father can hear you too." Mom says gently.
"Okay." I whisper. "But anyways, she has been so depressed. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up to her crying. She gets so angry so easily and I know it's because she's pregnant but she's stressed and I'm worried about her and I'm worried about the baby and she kicked me out."
Silence.
"She asked for a divorce. She said she doesn't want to be heartbroken. But she admitted that if she leaves she'll be heartbroken anyways. I touched her and she freaked out and kicked me out."
"Okay." Mom says. "Annabelle loves you very, very much, Noah. She's going to come around. I know it's hard but when you get home just talk to her."
"Noah, make ask you something." Dad says.
"Okay." I mutter.
"When she yells at you, do you yell back?"
"No. I never yell at her."
"Yell at her."
I shut my eyes.
"Dad, I know you're not exactly fond of my wife but I'm not going to yell at her."
"Noah, I have nothing against Annabelle. I love her very much. Yell back at her. I'm telling you, you'll get through to her."
"Dad, I can't."
I take a deep breath to keep from crying.
"I'm just gonna go. Forget I said anything."
I hang up.