The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 10

As the weeks go on, I finally start to acquire that baby bump I was worried about. It isn't too much, but of course, it makes me feel slightly insecure. Glen is being amazing about the whole thing, assuring me that I'm perfect the way I am. But obviously, that falls on deaf ears.

And as well as the growing bump, one other thing has started to grow. Just like the midwife said, my sex drive is through the roof. I can hardly wake up in the morning without pouncing on him. Even randomly during the day I get these urges to rip his clothes off. It's a little scary, if I'm honest with you.

Glen, of course, is loving it. The bastard even initiates it sometimes. I could be innocently making the dinner and his hand will brush against my thigh. And that's seriously all it takes. I'm at him, feeling his gleeful laugh against my chest as we tumble into a ball of fire and passion. And when it's all over, I feel just like I normally do.

But like I said, sometimes the whole thing is a little scary. How quickly I can be overcome with such a powerful need. It's almost like I'm a different person. I can't stop it when it happens. I worry about the day that Glen physically can't take any more. What's going to happen then?

Let's hope I never have to find out.

I open my eyes abruptly, staring at the ceiling. It's four in the morning. Still so much time to go back to sleep. Just close my eyes and drift back into the world of my fantasies.

But no. The fire in my stomach is alive with want. And I need Glen to satisfy it. Now.

My lips wander behind his ear, knowing just where to go when I need him to wake up. And right on cue, I hear his sleep-ridding hum. He turns over with a chuckle and kisses me briefly.

“Sorry, babe,” he mumbles. “Can't tonight. Early start. Need sleep.”

Fuck that. I run my hand down his back, feeling him shivering with delight as my lips play at his jaw. His hand buries into my hair, groaning as my teeth sink into his throat.

“Shit, Em,” he groans. “I really can't.”

Time to push harder. I roll onto him, grinding our hips together. I'm going to get what I want. I don't care how I get it. His hands dig into my skin, nails piercing the flesh slightly. I growl with delight and run my nails along his chest. I'm winning. I'm going convince him...

But he sighs and takes my hands in his. Kissing the palms softly, he pushes me up to a sitting position. And through those lust filled eyes, I see that I've lost this battle.

“I need to sleep, babe.”

The fire in my stomach burns with an almighty flame and I see red. Fuck him then. He doesn't want me, then so fucking be it. I push myself off of him and make my way over to the wardrobe, finding any clothes to throw on my body. His sigh rings through the air before I feel his hand on my shoulder.

“Don't fucking touch me.” The snarl doesn't sound like it came from my mouth. But it did. And even though it disgusts me to be this angry, I can't stop it.

His hand recoils back, but he grabs my arm instead. I jerk my elbow forward, forcing myself out of his grip. My head is pounding with the amount of anger I'm feeling right now. He needs to back off. He's done enough damage for one night.

“Come on, babe,” I hear him say tiredly. “It's just one night...”

“No, Glen,” I snarl, spinning around to face him. “This is how it starts. It starts with just a one off rejection. Then one turns to two and the next thing I know, you never want to touch me again.”

“You know that isn't the case,” he soothes, running his hand down my arm.

“How do I know that, Glen? Hmm? How the fuck am I supposed to know that?"

"Because you're beautiful." He cups my face lovingly. It makes me feel sick. "Why would I ever want to stop touching you?"

"You don't want to touch me now."

"Because I need to be up early. That's nothing to do with you."

"It because I'm getting fatter and fatter...”

“You're pregnant, babe. That's what happens...”

“So you're saying I'm fat now?!”

“You know I'm not saying that...”

“Yes you are! You think I'm fat and don't want to sleep with me! I repulse you, don't I?! That's what this is all about!”

“Em, come on, now you're just being silly...”

“I get the picture, Glen! Don't you fucking worry!”

Barging past him, I can't control my temper. I kick open the door, hearing it slam against the wall. I don't even know what clothes I've managed to pull on, but I don't care. I'm out of here. I'll go to Mark's. He gives a shit about me. Unlike the fucker that I've married.

I don't even make it to the living room before Glen's arms are around me. I push him away, pounding my fists against his chest.

“Stay away from me!” I screech.

“Emie, seriously, you need to calm down.” I can hear the panic in his voice, but I don't care.

“Leave me alone!”

“Babe, please, calm down. This is just the hormones talking...”

“You don't know anything! You're fucking useless! You make me sick! Fuck you! Fuck the load of you!”

Before Glen can do anything, an unbelievable pain rips through my stomach. I scream in agony, falling against him as my vision starts to flicker.

“Shit, what's wrong?!” I hear him ask frantically. But I can't answer. Any anger I had in me is long gone, and now it's replaced with a sinking feeling of terror. “Emie, talk to me! What's going on?”

“Hospital,” is all I manage to force out before my world goes black.

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A/N - Another quick little update. Pretty small chapter. But THIS is possibly one of the most important chapters of the story so far. So. Can you guess why? Let me know what's going to happen in the rest of the story, and I will give you a dedication if you get it right! Vote, comment, do your thing guys. Much love x