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Chapter Two

Amanda's POV:

"If you say one more word," I snapped hotly to my husband, "We're going to have problems," I clenched my fists at my sides.

"Like we don't already have them. Besides, what are you gonna do? Kick me?" Rick crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I said every word slowly and distinctly, "I. Do. Not. Want. My. Child. Exposed. To. You!" I said the last word with fury, my eyes flared, and I whirled around on the back of my heel to go check on Timothy, our newborn baby. As I crept up the stairs, I heard Rick slam his fist down on the kitchen island and holler, "You come back here!"

Under my breath I muttered, "Make me."

Timothy's cries slowly increased in volume the closer I got to his room. When I opened the door, I saw him writhing around in his crib. Quietly, I shut the door behind me before hurrying over to his crib where I gently gathered him into my arms. Murmuring "sh" I walked over to the rocking chair in the corner across from his crib. I sat down, began to rock, and softly began to sing, "Hush little baby, you're alright. Nothing's gonna happen to you tonight," Slowly, Timothy's cries softened to a dull roar, "Mommy loves you more than you know. Even your littlest toe. Mother will protect you from all harm, no one will take you from my arms," I continued to rock and repeated that verse over and over until I felt Timothy's small form go limp in my arms. Taking care to not wake him up, I got up and set him back down in his crib. I kissed the top of Timothy's head and begrudgingly left to go find my husband, Rick. Turned out, he was still in the kitchen.

"Amanda, I'm so sorry I watched that gory show when I was watching Timothy. You're right, he's too young to be exposed to things like that. Will you forgive me?" Rick came over to me and took my hands in his.

Swallowing my pride, I said what I always did, "Of course I forgive you."

As we kissed, as always, something just felt off.