The morning was very difficult for me considering what I had experienced earlier in the night. I hardly slept at all, I focused more on thinking about what was going on. And what can happen. It was difficult, life in this situation.
I was pregnant and the father was once here and then he was gone. I felt wounded.
The beautiful story of a fairytale romance that began in Australia began to change into a real nightmare.
I have considered all options from the beginning. I couldn't think about everything because everything was as fresh as the wound... like a gunshot. I felt that I was bleeding.
I got up from bed around eleven, changing my clothes and going for a long walk on the beach.
I needed to clear my thoughts of yesterday's disappointment.
After a stroll, I returned home, obviously finding Clinton's car in the driveway.
I went in, finding him discussing with Mitchel in the living room.
"What if something happened to her? Why didn't you took care of her?" he shouted, walking around the room, tearing his hair out.
"She left the phone" she said calmly Tash "Don't you worry, she should come back."
"You fucked up, you shouldn't be here, it's pathetic," said Mitty.
I entered the room, making silence settle around.
"Calm your tits Clinton, I was on a rehab from your stupidity" I sighed theatrically, going to the kitchen to drink something.
I ignored the fact that there was a bouquet of roses in his hands. I was very nervous, I didn't known if sometimes I would not apply him.
"Angeline, I'm so sorry. I'm an asshole. I didn't meant to hurt you. I was very confused about what we are..."
"What are we, Clinton?" I asked nervously, spitting poison.
"We are the parents, even if the child is not here yet" his language was tangled. He didn't expected this question from me.
"That's why you don't speak to me, and then you come here and beg, you beg for forgiveness. Sorry, but I'm getting tired of it already!" I leaned my hand against the sink.
"Angeline, let me Fuckinf speak for once!" he slammed his hand into the cabinet, what scared me. I took a step back, wanting to run away. I had the impression that I didn't knew what to expect from him anymore. Will he hit me or destroy something?
"Get out..." I shook my head, feeling the tears running down my cheeks. I did not control it. My body shook like an aspen, my head was spinning, and my eyes were swollen from crying.
"I won't do it because I fucking want to be with you!" threw flowers on the kitchen island, coming up to me, but I went back, bumping into the kitchen cupboard. He imprisoned me with his arms on both sides of my body. Before I spotted him, his arms wrapped around my body, lifting me up so that I sat on the counter. My trembling hands wrapped my arms around him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
"Clinton, I don't want it to look like this" I sobbed on his chest, completely soaking the fabric of his black shirt.
"It won't happen again, baby," he promised, putting a kiss on my forehead. Then he embraced the back of my head with his hand, hugging it to his chest "I want you."
"You don't want me, you just want to take care of the child," I said bitterly." that's all you care about. "
"That's not true, "he said, stroking my hair." I've always cared more about you than I'd like to admit."
"You say such a tender words, I know it. You want to soften me, and then you'll hurt me again, and I don't want to hurt. I am only 23 years old... I do not know if it would be better if I got rid of this child" my last words began to break and disappear.
"Angeline, I know that feeling. You feel you are drowning and no one wants to give you a hand, but I am here and I am ready to help you, but you must help me, "he said, stroking my hair to calm me down. He did it" You feel it?" His hand touched my stomach" It's priceless. All world values are losing value. This child is a chance for us to become better people. This is a new level, but it doesn't mean that our lives are gonna end."
I nodded, sensing his uncertainty whether I was listening to him or not.
"Go on..." I mumbled, hugging my head even more tightly into his torso.
"Our parents raised us and they did it the best they could, so we would just do the same. We'll give as much as we can and hope that our child won't turn into a psychopathic killer" his chest shook with a gentle laugh. I repeated it through tears.
I was breathing heavily near his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, which was as calm as his body that embraced me. I don't know how much time we spent in silence, just embracing each other.
"You told your parents?" Clinton asked suddenly, breaking the quiet silence between us.
"No," I said dryly, still not moving.
"Why? They love you and they'll understand..." he began, but I interrupted him.
"They're dead," I bit my lower lip painfully, looking up at him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I asked" he gasped shocked by my answer, even more tightly clenching his arms around me.
"You had no idea, I've never mentioned it before" I said, forcing a sad smile on my lips "And you?"
"What... What am I?" he asked, surprised.
"Did you told your parents?" I asked curiously.
"I told my mother" he said after a moment "I hope you won't have a problem with this if she comes here and wanna meet ya?"
"No problem" I said to shaking my head "I hope she'll be nice to me."
"She'll be for sure" he assured me.
***
Clinton stayed the night.
It was 8 PM and I stood naked in the bathroom, dressing up. I watched my little belly, putting a hand on it.
"I'm trying to save us from this whole mess and all this for you" I sighed "I don't know if you understand me or hear me, but know that your mother is trying."
I put on a large, freshly washed shirt, which the dark-haired man left me a week earlier.
I found him lying on his stomach on the bed watching TV. He looked ridiculous with a chin pressed to his hand, which he held up on his elbow. I was hoping our child would have his eyes because... I was drowning in them when he looked in my direction.
I went to the mattress, lying next to him in the same position.
"you had a phone call?" he asked, frowning "Who called?"
"Nobody, that's nothing," I said, turning my eyes to the television.
We watched state news, although I didnt knew why, but Clinton seemed to be drawn into it. When the position began to tire me, I turned on my back, staring at the ceiling.
"Everything okay?" he asked, bending over me.
"Yes, very" I smiled, feeling a sense of blissful exhaustion overwhelming me.
Suddenly his lips touched mine, kissing me sweetly and gently like the wind carrying rose petals.
However, this moment was interrupted by the ringing of my phone.
"Eh," I sighed, picking up the device.
The boy leaned back with a sigh, rubbing his lips.
Well, it was a bit awkward.
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Is it getting better between them?
