I tried to hide the best I could. He found me trying to get off the couch. I don't understand why he's home. Oh right, Jennifer told him.
"You surely didn't waste anytime while I was gone, did you?' he asked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I cockily replied.
" You are pregnant and its not mine." He said accusingly.
" It's a girl and her name is Clara. She is yours. I'm almost 6 months pregnant and you left 4 months ago." I said.
" You cheated." he said.
I swear to god if I wasn't carrying a baby, I would murder him.
All I could do is cry. Cry because he accused me of cheating. Cry because he didn't believe me. Cry because he didn't want Clara.
"Why are you crying? Please don't cry, you're too pretty to cry." he said all sweetly.
He sat down next to me and I swear I saw him tear up before he sniffled and wiped his eyes. Then he got up and went out the door. He came back in a couple of minutes later and gave me a huge pink teddy bear. Then he went outside again. He came back in pulling all of his bags and he started towards the bedroom. The one I have been trying to avoid since he left. He went to the kitchen and yelled at me, "Get ready, we're going to the store." I couldn't help but smile so I went into our once-shared bedroom and pulled out a pink cheetah print maternity tank top and a pair of yoga shorts with a matching band. Next I pulled out a pair of black flip flops and pulled my hair into a high sock bun because in all honesty I haven't taken a shower in a couple of days. I took a quick glance and walked out because I knew if I looked at what I looked like I would have changed. I walked downstairs only to be greeted with a kiss by a very handsome Brantley.
We went to the grocery store because I was only ordering take-out, everyday of the week.
It felt nice to have him home, but I haven't forgiven him yet.
