A Story To Tell | Book 2

.49.

:::TERENY:::

Sitting on the lid of the toilet, my alarm on my phone had started going off, indicating that the pregnancy test was done processing. I stood up and grabbed my phone from the sink and cut the alarm off and grabbed the test.

When I looked at the pregnancy test, I had then looked up to myself in the mirror and brushed my hair back. I tossed the pregnancy test into the trash can and straightened my clothes before opening the door and walking down the stairs where Bruce was laying on the living room floor, playing around with Britney and Yasmin. The girls were giggling and laughing as Bruce tickled them and pretended to beat them up and bite them. It was so adorable watching how good he was with his daughters.

As I sat down onto the sofa, he looked over at me as if I'd stepped on his heart. All I could do was sigh at the fact that he was still upset with the letter. Part of me wished that I could just turn back the hands of time and just call him up and tell him about the letter instead of trying to find the right time to tell him. Maybe he wouldn't be so pissed off at me.

Yasmin had then started whining because Bruce had stopped playing with her so he got up and picked her up asking her if she were hungry. He put her down next to Britney and told Yasmin that he was about to go and fix her something. Britney, however, was in her own little world, playing around with her Dr. Llama and wasn't paying Bruce any attention anymore.

I got up from the sofa and followed behind Bruce and into the kitchen wondering when he was ever going to talk to me again. It just hurt me to know that we were ignoring each other and not talking. This was terrible and I didn't want my marriage to be like this. I just couldn't help but feel that we were falling apart and it scared me too much. All I wanted was for him to say something to me. But no matter how hard I tried to gain his attention, he just refused to speak to me.

He was standing at the fridge and grabbed a jug of milk. When he closed it and saw me leaning against the counter, he just turned away from me and walked over to the cabinet to grab one of Britney's old baby bowls to use. It had then pissed me off that he wasn't at least trying to hear what I had to say. He said that we were going to finish the conversation that day that Chris had gotten locked up, but it's been damn near three days and he still hadn't said at least one word to me. I couldn't keep dealing with this. Either he was going to speak, or I could more than happily get all of my shit and move the hell up out of here and then he could keep to himself all he wants without worrying about me.

When he poured the milk into the bowl, and walked over to the box of oatmeal he often poured in Yasmin's milk, I was completely losing my mind, bit by bit. Let it would've been me walking around with my fat ass on my shoulder, he'd have a fit and enough was enough.

"Bruce, how long are you gonna ignore me?" I asked, breaking the three-day old silence. He looked over at me and then shook his head, pouring oatmeal flakes inside of Yasmin's milk. Rolling my eyes, I bounce off from the counter and walk over to him. "Are you really gonna act that childish, Bruce?" I ask with an attitude. Still, he didn't say anything and I was starting to become enraged.

Angrily, I slapped the box of oatmeal from out of Bruce's hands and onto the floor, knocking bits of oatmeal everywhere.

"For real, Tereny?" Bruce chuckled.

"You're acting childish, I thought I'd act childish, too!" I argued.

Bruce shook his head and looked at the kitchen floor.

"You cleaning that up." He said as he picked up the bowl and walked over to the microwave. I crossed my arms, wanting to damn near choke him half to death.