Bad Luck or Fate?

Chapter 62

I put the towel I had in my hand back on the counter and made my way back to the living room. I took Thomas out of his rocker and sat down with him in the recliner. He squirmed for a moment or two but I soon began humming as I sat down. Soon he was snoozing on my chest. I reclined the chair and laid back, kicking my shoes off and throwing the footrest up on the chair. I let myself relax for the first time today. I got to admit, it felt good to be home again. Not that I didn't miss the show, I did. I just enjoyed being at home with my son and Breckyn. I put my right hand behind my head and kept my left on Thomas's back, lightly rubbing circles on his back. Justin kicked his shoes off and sprawled out on the couch while Drew was draped over the arms of the lounger.  

"Hey, turn it up a little bit. I want to hear the score for tonight's game, Drew." I said pointing to the remote that was next to Drew's legs on the end table. She sat up and grabbed it, turning it up to 38. "The Yankees got murdered, bro." Justin said, resting his head on his right hand, leaning against the arm of the couch. "Really?The Red Sox's swept? Damn. Don't tell Breckyn. She won't let me live that down." Drew laughed at me. "She already knows. She had Sports Center on earlier." 

"Great. I'm sure I'll be hearing about it when she gets out of the shower." I said adjusting myself in the chair so it was a little more comfortable. I pushed the chair down further so I was laying down. Drew sat up in the chair. "Breckyn's showering?" she asked looking at me. I turned my head towards her. "Yeah. She went in about five minutes ago. She should be out soon. Drew furrowed her eyebrows. "Hmm. That's weird" She said almost to herself. I spun the chair on its swivel and turned so I was facing her without waking Thomas. "Breckyn showering is weird? How so?" I asked. I was curious to what she meant by that.

"No. That's not what I meant. It's just that she's already showered. She took one about an hour or two before you got home." She said nonchalantly. She didn't seem concerned, she turned to face the tv again, shrugging the shower off. I, however, was immediately concerned. I sat up quickly, which caused Thomas to wake up and start crying. "Shit. Sorry, little man." I cradled him in my arm and soothed him. "Wait. Drew. She's already showered?" Drew kept her eyes on the screen as she nodded. "Yeah, like I said, a few hours ago."  I looked at the bathroom door. I didn't hear any water falling like she was shampooing her hair or body. It was one steady stream. I looked back at Drew. "Did she wash her hair and everything?" 

Drew nodded, not breaking her concentration from the television. I stood up and grabbed the remote, pausing the playback. "Hey! I was watching that, J." she said turning to face me. I walked over and put Thomas back in his rocker and strapped him in as he cried a little bit. I switched it on and let him rock for a while. "The news can wait. You're telling me she's already showered and everything? She didn't just soak in there or anything?" I asked as I stood in front of her. 

"Yes, Jimmy. She shampooed her hair and everything. I get it though. She's been changing diapers and breast feeding all day. I would feel dirty too. She probably just wants to bathe again before bed. What's the big deal?" She sounded a little perturbed as I quickly turned and looked over to the door, listening. There was still no flood of water like she was doing anything productive in the shower. I sighed as I hung my head.

"Jimmy? What's wrong man?" Justin said, suddenly sitting up and watching me. Drew looked over at Justin and I could tell by the way she shifted in her seat, she was suddenly aware that this was not normal. I put my hand against the door way to the hallway. "She's not bathing. She's already done that. Something is bothering her." I put my left hand to the bridge of my nose and pinched it with my index finger and thumb. Drew stood up and walked towards me. "What do you mean she's not bathing? What else do you do in the shower?" She asked as I thought for a second before pointing my head up to the ceiling and opening my eyes.