Paris

Ch 19 - Calm Down You Conceited Wife

"Excuse me?"

"You heard right. I'm here to put a stop to this foolishness since you refuse to listen to mum," JR spat.

"You have no right to talk to her that way," Fifi commented.

He shot her a glare. "I can't even stomach the fact that you stand for this."

"As opposed to what? Fighting against my best friend's happiness? This is the happiest she's ever been," Fifi shot back.

"She's in a foreign land because of a man who has deluded her into thinking she's suddenly wise enough to go out into the world her own," JR said darkly.

I saw red.

Luckily for me, Cuba picked up on this and held me back. "Breathe Dori."

"You see? She doesn't even think twice about wanting to attack us," my mother added.

I shot her a glare, trying to understand my emotions. I was undoubtedly furious, but I was also hurt that she felt she had to ambush me like this. I looked to my brother and he looked genuinely pissed off.

It didn't help that Cuba still had his arms around me.

"Stop glaring at my husband," I said lowly.

Both their eyes widened. "Your what?"

"That's right! I'm married to Cuba and we're having a baby together," I said boldly.

My mother scoffed. "This is madness."

"What's wrong with you? Are you crying out for attention?" my brother asked.

"Attention? Really?" Connie asked.

"She's crying out for something. The last time we spoke, she barely had her wits together at her new job, and now I'm supposed to believe that she's mature enough to bring a child into this world?" JR pointed out.

"What exactly do maturity and finding your feet in a job you hate have to do with one another?" my husband spoke up.

"No-one's talking to you," JR said darkly.

Cuba moved beside me. "Maybe not, but you are attacking my wife, which means you're also contributing to her high blood pressure. I won't stand here and let you harm the two most important people to me."

"So, what? You're kicking us out?" JR asked.

"No, because as hurt as she is, she wouldn't want that. I'm simply removing her from a situation that could potentially harm her," Cuba finished off before dragging me along with him.

When we got to our room, he gently put his arms around me. I hugged him back, relishing in the comfort his arms brought. I listened to his heartbeat, letting it completely calm me. I found peace just standing there in his arms.

"What do you want to do?" he asked after a while.

"Aren't you going to ask if I'm ok or not?" I asked, looking up at him.

He gave me a cute smile. "I already know that you're not. That's why I know better than to ask, but to instead ask what you'd like to do."

"Well for the record I'm hurt, but I honestly don't know what to do," I admitted.

"Code for you already know what you want to do but you don't know how I'll react," he said knowingly.

He knows me too well.

I sighed, stepping out of his arms. "You're busy at the company."

"What did you have in mind Dori?" he asked, holding my hands.