Bloody Curse | Book Two of Blood Trilogy

Chapter 28

Jillian 

My eyes remained wide open the entire night. My baby peanut tossed and turned without the touch of her father's hand resting against my tight skin. I grew cold at the thought and cuddled closer in my own blanket. 

My room was untouched from the last time I was here. It had been years since then. 

The sun had barely broke through the horizon when I jumped out of bed and waddled to the bathroom. Bags gathered under my eyes and sagged down. I rubbed my face of the tiredness. My eyes could barely stay open as I brushed my teeth. Flashes of Caleb's smiling face with toothpaste trickling down his chin filled my mind and warmed me up. He made brushing teeth more exciting. He made everything more exciting. 

I sighed when I took one step at a time to the kitchen. My father was already awake and reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee on the table. He glanced from behind the papers then stood when I walked through the doorway. 

"Good morning, daddy." I exclaimed then waddled over to kiss the top of his head. He didn't say anything but placed a fist over his mouth and let out a deep breath. 

"How well did you sleep, sweetie?" He asked with his voice breaking at the beginning. He was teary-eyed. I didn't have to turn around from the sink to see that his tears were close to being shed. 

"I slept well." I lied. That was the total opposite. I was anxious for many things. I was also worried that Caleb wouldn't come after me. I would just have to come back. It was wrong of me to expect him to run after me. 

I took a couple steps over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. My father's breathing was uneven, as well as his heartbeat, but my back was still turned to him. 

"I thought you didn't have to eat any food, Jilly." He exclaimed. I sighed then closed my eyes. 

"I don't. I'm making breakfast for you because I want to." Something came over me and with the tone of my voice, it noted that I was losing patience by the second. My hormones were driven crazy and a night without Caleb's arms wrapped around me, made me into a dragon lady. 

"Oh." He fell silent. I didn't have to turn around to know that his mouth was ajar and a question was bugging him. "Do you know the gender of your baby? My grandchild?" He whispered the last part. It all felt surreal to him, I could even feel the energy. 

I turned on my heel and faced away from the stove. The newspaper was rested flat on top of the table and the cup of coffee half full. His eyes were full of curiosity and I didn't blame him. I settled in the chair beside him. 

"You're going to have a granddaughter." I stated with my hand over his. He sucked in a sharp breath and a lone tear traveled down the length of his cheek. 

"I'm going to be a grandfather." He hushed, but I could tell his voice could hardly hold onto the excitement which made his heart leap. In the background, the popping of fried eggs broke the silence. I scooted the chair back to tend it, but he patted my shoulder and stood to watch the eggs instead. 

My mother then came into the kitchen with a yawn. She was still in her robe and wore her hair like an absolute mess. She walked up and wrapped her arms around me. 

"Michael, get some water for Jilly." She exclaimed. Father's feet shuffled along the hardwood floor, which creaked wherever he stepped. 

"Our Jilly is expecting a baby girl, sweetie." He spoke when he brought the glass of water and plate of eggs over to the table. Mother gasped then hugged me even tighter. "Oh, let go of the poor girl, she can't breath." 

I could tell that mother was overjoyed with the thought of a granddaughter and she was already planning the poor baby's wedding. I rolled my eyes at her excitement. It was typical of mother to think millennials into the future. I even laughed at the thought.