Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 35 - How's life?

I was awakened by the sun peeking through the blinds. I yawned stretching my arms feeling like a cat. I sat straight feeling a soreness spread through my back and neck, swirling my neck in all directions trying to get comfortable but only hearing a slight cracking in return.

I groaned, Mason should be the one who's in pain and discomfort, not me! 

However, no matter how upset I tried to get with him, I knew that it was, after all my fault.  I'd literally pushed him onto my warm and cozy bed with lavender scented pillows and memory foam mattress. Ugh. Usually, I'd drool over food, fashion, and boys, but today it was a bed. Oh, how much I take life's simple luxuries for granted. 

I yawned before scratching my head and looking around for my phone. I slid off the chair lazily and finally discovered it under another chair. I was pleased to find it and tried to turn it on. But to my luck, it was wasn't working. The battery must've died. 

I really didn't have the energy to do anything but stay on the ground. Yet I managed to pull myself up and stumble towards the computer to click on the mouse and wake the hunk of technology up from its sleep. 

"That's not right," was my initial reaction, so I restarted it. 

I crossed my fingers, "please be wrong, please be wrong, please be wrong" I repeated quickly, clearly in denial.

I gasped, it hadn't changed. It still said 10:28 am. 

A sudden rush of energy entered my body from sheer panic as I ran across the room and darted through the door to come across Mr. Lee. "What time Is it?" I asked, already out of breath. 

He knit his brows together before walking into the small office I'd just run out of. I shook my head in disagreement before I noticed him point to a clock right behind the desk. "It's nearly 10:30." 

I didn't know what to feel, embarrassed? Stupid? Angry? 

So I changed the subject entirely, "Mr. Lee, did you deal with the accident and the breakfast mob?"

He looked confused, before shaking his head side to side. 

"Well, why didn't you wake me up then?" I asked as politely as I could muster. 

"Mr. Wilson has been dealing with everything. He told me to let his wife rest," he replied calmly.

"What?" I blurted.

He watched my astonished face. 

I recovered from the shock and stomped over to the entrance near where the car had crashed into our sign. 

The mess had been cleared up and the car was nowhere to be seen. The sign had disappeared as well. My eyes met Mason's across the street at the doors of the Mcdonalds. 

I stomped over, trying to look as angry as possible. I didn't need his help. It was my responsibility and I was more than capable of doing it.

"What are you doing?" I barked at him in a hushed tone. 

"Well, I was doing my job. As a son-in-law, it's my duty to help my in-laws. I have resolved the issue and made sure that all our guests are happy." He answered while smiling. 

I glared at him and opened my mouth to interject, but instead, he tangled his fingers with mine as he pulled me into a booth. "Now that most of the guests have eaten, I will be having brunch with my wife. I'm sure you're starving especially at this time," he glanced down at my stomach, before looking back up, "I know I am," he added, still acting giddy.

I clenched my teeth and rolled my eyes, "One, this is Mcdonalds. There are no waitresses that'll come to you with a menu for you to order off of. And two, stop pretending that we're married. We're not. And three, I want you to leave. Thanks, I guess, for dealing with everything. But I already had everything under control. I didn't need you. Can you just call Steve and leave!" I stated bluntly.