The Many Wicked Ways

Chapter Four

"That's it." Barry breathed, making me turn to face him as he cleaned his hands off before looking at the new installation of the large "Bedroom".

I stared at the California King bed as well, it was easily going to fit the three of us with enough room for one extra person but what worried me most was that space was growing tight and soon we'd have seven people running around this tiny hut. I walked to the bed and dropped the newly cleaned and dried spread sheets on the bed, I glanced over at the cribs as the babies quietly nursed their bottles as it laid angled diagonally toward their mouths. Barry was very serious about the babies and I moving in, I had only visited yesterday to speak with him and Abbigail about the matter and he was already investing in room for me, the California King bed was more than enough to show me he was very serious. 

My question was left unanswered however, and it really bothered me because I knew Barry wasn't happy, I just wanted him to admit it. I gulped as I pulled the bedsheets to one corner and glanced his way, I was debating to ask him the same question today, as I had yesterday, but I was sure I wasn't going to get the answer I wanted, or at least no answer at all. Barry walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed the corner of the sheets to pull over the mattress as well, I gave him a small smile gratefully as he slid me small, one-sided smile before going back to making up the bed with me. 

It was something couples would do at times, help each other make up the bed, or do the dishes, or clean a room in the house and to see Barry already helping me make up the bed we would be sharing with one extra person, it made me anxious to know all the more of his relationship with Abbigail. Was it a play? What was the real reason that Abbigail was here? What were her intentions? Why couldn't she just go away and leave Barry and I to be h-

"Avery..." I looked up with alertness to find Barry staring at me with a rose eyebrow of concern. "You... okay?" He drawled unsurely, casting me a glance before fixing the tan-colored fitted sheet on his side of the mattress.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... just thinking." I muttered, biting my lip as I tired to think of a way to justify myself incase he pushed the conversation further.

"About?" And that's exactly what he did.

"Things." I muttered under my breath, hoping he'd take it as a hint that I didn't want to talk about it.

"Things like?" He pressured, I bit my lip once more, actually gnawing on it like a dog with a bone. "Stop doing that, your going to make yourself bleed."

I looked up at him with confusion before realizing he was talking about the habit I had picked up very recently, today to be exact. I released my lip and felt it swelling slightly as I finished with the fitted sheet before grabbing the white top sheet. I pulled it on my side and threw him his corner before sighing, I was debating on telling him but I didn't want to put a wedge between us the moment I brought up his relationship. 

His eyes fell over mine as I stared toward his direction, I casted him a look and he immediately dropped his eyes to the bed and went to pulling the bedsheet toward him. The looks were understandable, but I wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or if it was out of reluctance because I was reluctant to tell him everything that I felt. I was scared of being told no, being told I wasn't worthy of his heart just yet, being told I wasn't what he wanted or what he needed... being told I wasn't good enough for him. I was scared of being rejected by him, nothing hurt more than your soulmate, your friend, your future telling you they didn't want to be yours, that they didn't love you.

"You were saying?" Barry said, making me look turn my attention away from him finally.

"What?" I said, stepping away from the bed as he grab the big tan, quilted comforter to throw on the bed lastly.