Camp LvD

Chapter 42

Time drags on to days and weeks, six to be precise, of this bed rest thing. Everything has the same damn schedule that life has become boring. No one has gone on any runs… no drama. The girls didn’t come over when I asked. Cane leaves early in the morning before breakfast but thankfully leaves the cart. I go to the Café grab a to go box of food and head back home. Cane will occasionally leave the fridge full of food and peanut butter and my nightstand filled with magazines and books.

I cant smell anything fruity or any cologne anymore without me vomiting. My morning sickness has died down some but enough for it to be satisfying. Occasionally if I read something in the book that involves blood I am running to the bathroom. I also pee so frequently its ridiculous. Like a gallon every five minutes.

Sometimes I will go days without seeing Cane. If I leave for breakfast sometimes there will be a note on the garage door saying how much he loves me and adores me. Sometimes some really cute stuff, like corny things. Actual corn.

I walk to the kitchen to find something to make some herbal honey tea when I hear a ruckus on the floor. My heart races as I approach the kitchen doorway and see a rat in the middle of the floor. It looks straight at me and a scream of terror pushes out of my mouth and it scurrys across my feet. Feeling its nails, fur, and tail slide across my toes is terrifying enough to send me running out to the garage.

My heart is pounding louder in my ears, my palms are sweating immencly making it hard to even grip the unmoving steering wheel. My trembling hands work at the garage opener finally opening it I zoom out of it without closing the door. Cane has got to get some traps right now. I am not stepping foot anywhere near the house until he kills it. I speed up to the pool and slam on my breaks desperately fumbling with the things to turn the bloody thing off. Riping the keys out of the ignition I race into the pool area where Cane is doing laps.

My blood boils furious that we have rats in our new home. I stand furious at his lane, my arms fold frustrated under my chest huffing and puffing with fury and adrenaline. I watch him draw near and when he comes up for a breath I yell/scream on the top of my lungs causing him to flinch from the water up to me. He looks me right in the eye and swims quickly to me jumping out of the pool spraying water everywhere. “Hey what is wrong? Why are you here rigt now?”

“Three things! One get the damn rat out of our God damn house right freaking now! Two you never bother to wake me up to say good bye so I haven’t seen you in two weeks! And three you got me freaking wet! Now get your ass home right now to get the damn rat out of our house right now!” I scream in his face, he looks a bit hurt but the rest amused hiding his pain of my sudden out burst. He takes the keys out of my hands silently and we head back to the cart. He is completely silent backing out of my horrible parking and headed to the house. “Are you not going to say anything?” My whole body turns on the uncomfortable seat to face him. He is so intrigued with the road for some odd reason.

“I love you.” He turns to me smiling a very seductive smile catching me off guard. Oh no, I know what he wants.

“Nope, not happening.” My arms cross again slouching in my seat. I am not in the mood for sex, no way. That rat is going to be killed or something before I am even kissing him. Although it would be nice, something to know he isn’t purposely trying to avoid me would be nice, but my boobs are too sore to the touch so sex is a no go.

“What? I wasn’t suggesting anything?” He holds up one hand defensively pretending this whole act just to stir me up. Ha-ha, its working.

“Sure you weren’t. Just handle the rat and we will go from there. I might just give you a hug for being me hero.” We pass people walking slowly to their next stations, everyone is looking more buff and tanned and I am cooped up inside not being able to do anything. I have a really bad disease, worse than mad cow disease, its called Cabin Fever. I know intense.

“No problem, I love rats.” He pulls into our open garage not asking any  questions and walks bravely into the house and closes the door behind him. My thought racing and playing jokes that it would be funny if he was even more scared of the rat than I was would be hilarious. My hand trails down my tiny still not noticeable bump unless you stare at it and know I was pregnant then you would definitely know I was. The door opens to the house and three rats go scurrying out and into the field. Goose bumps rise on my arms and legs panicked.

“Blech! How can you even be near them?” I shiver again taking his elongated hand towards me I didn’t know he lent. He drags me up the steps closing the door behind me. He just chuckles leading me back into our room shutting the door quietly. I lay on the bed exhausted from my fear. My eyes linger to him as I watch him put a shirt on and deodorant.  I am just so lucky to have him, I guess it really was love at first sight.

“So are you hungry or anything?”

“Nah not at the moment. I still have your stash you got me.” My body leans over opening the drawer to reveal all the food he left for me two weeks ago. “So why haven’t you been here lately? Always gone early and back late?” He is so distant with me, he hardly is his old self. Is he cheating on me?

“Ive…uh…just been busy.” His eyes wander anywhere but mine, his hand trembles up and runs his fingers through his too long hair. I should probably cut it. His eyes not looking at me must be guilty for doing it. I get the nerve up to ask him. My heart pounds and my breathing quickens. I don’t think I really even want to know the answer. My eyes start watering and soon overflow to a sob. His eyes twitch up to me confused yet he darts to me holding me close. “Hey what is wrong? Why the tears?”

“Are you c-cheating on me?” My voice is muffled in his shirt feeling it become moist from my pained tears. After all that he has given me if he has cheated on me I don’t know what I would do. His voice sighs causing me to pull away to stare into his swimming eyes also. Why is he about to cry.

“No, I am not, the boss doesn’t want me around you at the moment and I don’t know why? It kills me Belle I want you to know that. I love you so much and I would give anything to be with you every single day all day long. Some nights I don’t get any sleep so I can watch your beautiful body sleep. Belle I would never cheat on the love of my life. Ever.” My tears come back hearing him sob every pained word shoot out of his mouth and affect my breaking heart. I quickly dart into his arms purposely knocking him over onto the bed laying on him carefully not to crush the baby.

“Why is he doing that to us? I get so depressed why you aren’t home. I just miss you so much.” He turns us on our sides still holding each other tightly.

“I don’t know and I am sorry I wish I could do something about it but he could throw me over to them. But I love you so much and I don’t just say that just because I say it thought my entire heart and feelings of love that I love you so much. I promise this will get better.”

“Cane? But what if you aren’t around when I go into labor. What if something went wrong when you weren’t around? What if there was no way to get ahold of you?”

“You could just drive?”

“Uh if the pain got so bad and my whole body tensed I would probably floor the cart. I could get into a serious crash die and come back like one of those and eat myself.”

“No you have to be bitten but I am sure I will be there and be around when you go into labor.” He kisses my forehead still holding me tightly not daring to let go of his strong hold.