I'm so proud of this chapter. I felt very connected to it.
Sorry for the delay. Please refresh your memory if needed, to get the full effect.
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Josilyn POV
two days later
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"But not so bad that divorce is in the picture, right?" She blurted it out.
I blinked, wincing at the shove she gave. "What?"
"Are you serious? That took about 14 seconds too long!" Her eyes were wide with shock and fear.
"That's because I'm ignoring you."
"No you're not. Whose picture is it in? Yours or his?"
I pushed to sit up, taking Sam into my arms. "I'm going to go put him down."
She raised up onto her knees on the bed as I left the room, shouting, "Josie, whose picture?"
"Remember when I said I don't feel like talking?" I responded.
"You never said that!" She yelled back.
"Well, I don't," I said going down the stairs, relieved when she didn't say anything else.
After slowly resting him in his bed, I begrudgingly went back upstairs into the room.
Hannah didn't speak and neither did I. Her anxiousness was radiating.
She checked her phone. "Niall wants to go on a walk with Mari." Her eyes looked to me and she smiled hopefully, "Wanna come?"
I shook my head. "Enjoy your time with your family, Hannah."
"I can. With you. Bring Sam."
"I'll bring the mood down."
"No you will not!" She seemed almost offended by my statement.
"It's okay, Han. Just go."
She started texting, and I instantly tensed. "You better not be texting him a rain check."
Her fingers paused. "No," she said unconvincingly.
"Hannah, I have a headache anyway. It's best you leave before I snap at you because it's only getting worse."
She narrowed her eyes, "Are you lying?"
"I wish," I muttered. "Please go. And tell everyone not to bother me while you're at it."
"Can I come back?" She stuck her bottom lip out, and I shoved her out of the bed.
"Eventually."
"Three hours."
"Six," I countered, only half serious.
She gasped. "I'm coming back in four hours, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
I waited until she left to let what I could only assume was an attempt of a smile touch my face. Then it was gone again, and I turned in bed, wishing that the pounding in my head went down.
