Army (What Breaks My Heart 2)

Special Chapter 4: The End

Mizraim grew with a sweet heart. A golden retriever's heart, I say. Sweeter than Marion was. A baby in his 2 years old knows how to give his sweetest words for his mom when my husband don't.

Yes, a baby was delivered healthy. Born handsome and sweet like Marion's lips. And it's been 2 years already. I could hardly remember all the pain when he's inside me doing cartwheels on place. And of course, how can I forgot about Marion's tender loving and care?

My thoughts were cut off when mom nudge me by the arm from fleeting out the window, drowning myself in sadness. "It's late Zeanna, is Marion still at work?" She cradled Mizraim in her arms.

Instead of Z's, I named him 'M' for uniqueness. Just like Marion. I wanted him to be like his Dad. And on second thought, maybe it's time to stop the Z's name since Grandma Cass had passed away 4 years ago. Same as through with Grandpa. One year after, he followed her. That's true love. And I really missed them both.

"Zeanna?" Mom interjected again. I heaved a sigh and stared at the window blankly.

I felt the emptiness again. Not that mom's always not here for me, but she is. She's so caring and comforts me a lot while dad, well, dad's been a dad to me. And I couldn't be more grateful to them. "He's always busy, mom." I gave her a fainted smile as I hold my cup of coffee in my hands, tighter. "How's Zion anyway? Is he still bringing his girls in the house?" I changed the topic and it helped, a lot.

"He hasn't. For a while?" She chuckled, "Marion talked to him last 2 days. Thanks to him." She let out a relieved sigh.

"Thanks to him." I muttered her last line with sarcasm dripping in it.

Mom just shook her head and continue singing her lullaby as Mizraim felt asleep in her arms. I faced her and smiled. And I turned my eyes back to Mizraim. Those angel eyes that were half opened, were copied from Dad's. I don't even care as long as he's healthy. His eyes were colored hazel and those nice eyebrows and eyelashes came from me. Of course it has to be nice. Well-formed pointed nose came from Marion and the pink cute little lips, still from him—
Wow. I rolled my eyes. Am I that obsessed with Marion?—

Mom and I both looked at the open door as it creaked and spilling him out. Talking 'bout the devil. The devil looked...fresh? I even thought he'll be stressed when he comes home later than before. His face was lighting up showing those hallelujah smile. What's going on here?

"Zeanna, I should be on my way now." I looked at mom who was also surprised how things turned like this, and on how come on earth why my husband's so different. "I totally understand." As she saw the sadness and confusion glint in my eyes. She passed Mizraim to me, "Don't stress too much and don't give yourself reasons to doubt. I love you." She kissed my forehead and bid goodbye to me as he follow her on her way out. Had I told you I had the best mom in the world? Coz now I'm telling you.

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"So...what happened back in work? Why's my husband so happy when his wife was about to give her a heart attack of worrying?" Not glancing in his direction, I put Mizraim down in his crib. He took his time taking off his suit and went to the bathroom. I sat in the bed, frustrated. As if he didn't heard anything. I lay down on the bed and pulled the blanket.

I'm so hurt.

I closed my eyes as my tears brimming from my eyes one after the other. Why am I so emotional? I'll tell you. Does your husband make you happy  when he'll be out the door in the morning and come back at midnight everyday of your lives? Does he make you happy when you're so stressed in taking care of your baby and you plan on telling him you want to hire a nanny and you want to go back at work but he don't want you to go? What department did I lack of? Why can't he understand I want a break? That I want his full time?!