Debt

10: Intimate

Abrielle had asked Shawn for a computer, and he saw nothing wrong with her having computer access as long as the computer had up enough firewalls that no one had a way of tracing her. Not even the FBI.

He took his role as her protector especially seriously now. He was her husband and the father to their unborn child. He couldn't believe how the weeks had gone by. He believed Abrielle fell pregnant directly after the first time they made love after she was off her period.

That Abrielle... She threw him for a loop sometimes. He tolerated from her what was intolerable. Like her ignoring things he asked her to do. She even used her menstrual as an excuse not to get out of bed.

Abrielle complained about her cramps all the previous week, but Shawn didn't allow her to stay in bed. He did, however, allow her to skip the workout. She was done bleeding now, but she was having some after pains. She was frustrated because she hadn't bled in two weeks! The pains came sporadically.

Shawn, having spent much of his time with Shayla, knew the cramps were from her ovulating. And he was going to take full advantage of that tonight.

She also did little silly things, like not telling him that she was nearsighted and had trouble seeing things that weren't far at all. That one, it nearly drove him to his brink. He just hadn't understood.

Now, they were at the shooting range, and she was missing shots like crazy. And that was annoying Shawn something ridiculous.

"Abrielle, what the fuck is you trynna shoot?" he wondered, trying to remain patient.

"You better hope I don't try to shoot you in the ass," she grumbled.

He wasn't amused right now like he normally would be by that remark. He was frustrated. They had been doing this for a week, and she was still missing her targets by too much. And there had better be a damn good reason for it.

"Can you see, Bri?" he asked, holding the bridge of his nose.

"What the fuck do you mean, can I see? Obviously." She looked at him with wrinkles in her forehead.

"That's not what I mean. Before... Did you have glasses?"

"Contacts."

He sighed and shook his head. "You didn't think that was something I should know, why you out here missing targets by five feet and shit? Got me frustrated thinking you got bad aim and you cain't see. Where do you remember having them last?"

"In the bathroom at my parents' house."

"Ima go get those. You can go take a nap. I might bring back lunch and Midol."

"Thank you."

She went in and lied on the sofa in her room, closing her eyes. She would've gone to lay in his bed, but Shawn was the least squeamish person when he was splattering someone's brains out. But let it come from his wife's vagina and all of a sudden they couldn't share the same bed. As if somehow blood was scary now. She attributed that to him just being an asshole. So now that she was done bleeding, she was still staying in her room.

When Shawn came back, he scared the shit out of her, standing over her and shaking her shoulder.

She popped up and was on her feet in no time at all, getting into a defensive stance, ready to have to fight.

Shawn began laughing. Just doubled over in laughter at her. He'd never seen her jump so high.

"Are you alright?" he asked through his laughter.