I Am Morgan

Chapter 22: Leaders Lead

"We haven't had time just for us in forever," I say, laying next to a shirtless Kelly in bed, with my head resting on his shoulder. I'm tracing shapes on his chest with my finger and he's doing the same on my bare back.

"I know," he replies. "I'm really sorry that with everything going on I pushed you to the side."

I move myself on top of him instead so that I can look into his eyes, "I got us tickets to see the Bears on Saturday." I tell him about the football game. "We can get hot dogs and beers and popcorn and scream at the players to let out our frustrations."

He laughs and pulls me into a kiss which deepens just before he flips us over and he's on top, "you're amazing." He says.

"Yeah, I know." I giggle back. "Come on, we have to get to work." I start to get up but he pulls me back onto the bed.

"Can't we just stay here, all day?" He begs and I burst into laughter as he begins to tickle my tummy and sprinkle kisses all over me, making my skin tingle with fireworks.

"Come on," I eventually fight my way free and start pulling on my clothes while he just leans back on his forearms and watches me change.

"I just wanna rip them back off again." His eyes scan over me hungrily.

"Get up," I point my finger and warn him and he groans, climbing off the bed and starting to get dressed.

On the way to the work we stop off at the supermarket so that I can grab myself more Chia seeds as I know the station has run out of its supply and who do we see? Well, Tara of course. Walking out with two carrier bags full of shopping.

"A promotion, huh?" Kelly says as we walk past her and toward the store.

"You need to stay away," she warns.

Instead of carrying on walking, Kelly starts to walk backwards instead. "You get a promotion, and meanwhile, I could go to jail?"

"Get away," she warns again, I think she actually believes her lie. She actually sounds scared.

"They're talking about filing criminal charges. Why the hell are you doing this? I didn't do a damn thing to you." Kelly carries on.

"Kelly, come on, turn around." I tug on his arm and try to pull him toward the store. We were having such a good morning.

"I can't believe you're still with him," Tara shakes her head to me. "While you were having your miscarriage and you needed him, he was too busy harassing me."

"How dare you!" I scream, "how dare you bring that up." I begin to advance toward her ready to smash her smug little face in. Apparently, she realised Kelly couldn't have pushed me down those stairs.

"I said to stay away." she warns yet again.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" A passing shopper asks, with his walrus like moustache.

"She's fine," replies Kelly.

"No!" I disagree. "She's mentally unstable." I turn back towards her. "You need to be locked up in a mental institute, you EVIL, NARCISSISTIC BITCH!" I scream across the parking lot.

"Ma'am?" The man calls again as she climbs into her black Volkswagen Polo.

"We both know nothing happened that night," Kelly calls after her but she drives away.