Unremitting Love

Chapter 8

Aubrey

He's watching a movie. I don't want to disturb him, but the thought is so strong in my head that I can't focus on my book.

I've been watching him for the last hour.

I didn't bring it up after the truck sex last night.

He's basically been busy for a week.

I glance at him again. He knows I've been watching him.

This time, he's waiting for me to look at him.

The second our eyes lock, I look away, back at my book.

"Is there a reason you're watching me? Is it because I'm in my undies?"

We're both laying in our undies. I have a sports bra on though.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say.

"Yes you do." He says. "Tell me why you're watching me."

I sigh, looking down.

"I'm not, Daniel. I'm looking at the wall behind you."

He sighs.

"Alright."

It's completely quiet for another hour. I stop watching him and just stare blankly at my book.

It's completely eating me up.

"I want a baby!" I blurt, setting my book on the coffee table.

He looks at me.

Slowly, he shuts the TV off, setting the remote on the coffee table.

It's quiet for a long time.

He stares at me. I stare back.

He takes a deep breath.

"Okay."

"What?" I ask.

"Okay. We can have a baby."

"T-that's it?" I ask. I sit up. "I've-we have planning, and we need to move because this house isn't baby safe!"

"Here." He hands me the laptop. "You house shop. I'm going to check your truck out."

He stands up, kissing me.

He walks out.

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For some reason, I was angry at him.

I still am.

He didn't even seem excited! This is our future! Our baby!

Everyone is over to see the new truck, and I'm boiling in anger.

Pissed, I walk around the house, trying to find something to do.

They're all in the living room, talking about the truck.

I sit down on the couch, scrolling angrily through my phone.

Basil and Jax are barking in the backyard, so I let them in and go out front.

I get the mail, storming back inside.

I drop Daniel's mail on his lap, keeping my letter.

"Are you alright? You seem..." he hesitates.

"I seem what?" I ask sharply.

"Angry." He says.

"I'm wonderful." I grumble, sitting down on the couch.

He sighs, not pressing in front of everyone.