After August and I's disagreement I decided to head home. The time was five so Ari has been out of school for a few hours. I walked in the house holding some grocery bags and my purse on my shoulder. I breathed heavily while setting them on the counter. The house seemed quiet, too damn quiet honestly. Chris has to be asleep and Ariana is probably in her room. I shrugged then put all the groceries away. I stuffed the plastic bags in the recycle bin before opening the refrigerator. My eyes travelled over all the items. After a good five minutes of debating I grabbed the jar of pickles. I've been craving these things for a couple of days now. I twisted open the jar and grabbed one. Just as I opened my mouth I hear loud stomping.
"Mommy this is all your fault!" Ariana screamed at me with tears pouring from her eyes.
"W-What?" I gulped.
"Joey doesn't like me! Why?!" she cried hysterically.
I covered my mouth and dropped the pickle. August was right. I tried to touch her but she snatched away.
"Leave me alone, you are officially the worst mommy ever. I hate you" Ariana said emtionless before turning around and racing up the stairs.
My eyes watered up hearing that word: HATE. This has to be a dream. I ran after her and twisted the knob on her door but no use. I could hear her throwing things in anger and crying. It broke my heart to see my baby like this. I didn't mean for her to end up hurt or this upset. My own flesh and blood told me she hates me. Over something that's not even important. I cannot believe this.
"Ariana baby.. please lets just talk-"
"No! Go away forever and leave. me. alone" she growled.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes! You ruined my life.."
"Open this door Ariana!!" I hollered banging more roughly and kicking. She screamed dramatically.
"Zonnique stop" I heard Chris say causing me to turn around. He walked up to me and pulled me into his arms. "Calm down please.."
"S-She hates me!"
"No she doesn't, she could never hate you. Just give her time to heal from this. She's just upset baby. You can't do all of that punching and kicking okay?"
I nodded merely, crying into his shirt.He lifted me up and carried me to our bedroom. He cradled me like a child on the bed until I finally stopped crying. My head hurt badly and it felt like the air was too thin to breathe. The way she said it, she sounded serious. I feel like the world's just crashing down all over again.
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Three months later.
"You're getting so big!" Bahja squealed rubbing my growing belly. I smiled and nodded in agreement. Today I'm starting my second trimester in pregnancy. Things are slowly going back to normal besides things with Ariana. She refuses to talk to me though we live in the same house. I'm not even worrying about that because all itll do is rise my blood pressure and stress. Although I miss her, I won't keep begging her to forgive me. That's complete bullshit.
So far, Chris is doing slightly better far as his health. He must go to therapy once out of a week. That's helping out alot and our relationship continues to grow. Before the big arrival we moved into a bigger home; seven bedrooms, four baths, indoor and indoor pool and more. I didn't think this was necessary but whatever Chris wants, he gets. I'm just happy we're at peace with one another. But who knows how long that'll last. I got in the pool with Bahja and Cat, in my yellow two pieced bathsuit. I wasn't seld conscious about my body yet I look like a hippo and I'm only four months.
