Fated Love

chapter 18

"Good morning, Sharon!" I heard Nancy's voice . I felt like I was dreaming at first, but when she shoved the curtains apart allowing the piercing rays of the sun through the window, I jumped up.

"Take your breakfast. It is almost lunch hour." She said. Maybe she was getting pissed at my bad eating habits. Oh, my God. How could I have slept like that?

I reached for my phone from under the bed and unlocked it. I was surprised that it was noon already. Not a single missed call or text message from Dean.

Ouch! That hurt freaking much..

You see ladies, you get married and the dude starts taking you for grunted. No wonder I used to cringe at the thought of getting married.

"Your mother asked me to serve you breakfast but since you weren't waking up, I decided to see what was up!"

" I am sorry, I overslept. "I said putting my phone away. I let my legs down and then got up.

" It is okay, sweetie. "She smiled and reached for the bed."Should I bring the breakfast now?"

"No you don't have to do that
I will take a quick shower and come to the kitchen." I smiled at her.
I made Nancy leave the room, politely.

I made the bed and ran myself a bath. I put on a yellow sundress that reached slightly below my knees.Before leaving, I stuffed the dirty clothes inside the laundry basket full of Dean's clothes. Dean had been there for seven days now and his cloths was carelessly thrown everywhere. It was like he had stayed there for months.

"I will wash them later ," I thought to myself as I left the room. I needed something to make me busy.

I walked out the door, right the hallway till I arrived to the stairs that led to the living room. The house was deserted and I could not help but wonder what was happening.

"Where is everybody?" I asked a pretty lady who seemed slightly younger than me. She was in her maid's uniform and had a stack of nicely folded white towels on her arms.

"They went to church. It is Saturday. "She reminded. I mentally kicked myself for sleeping too much, how could I forget about that?

But I shouldn't be blamed for that. If I wasn't worried about Dean,I wouldn't have stayed up that late last night,consequently, I wouldn't have slept in.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a black tea. I sat there eating while chatting with Nancy. I learnt that she was the one that took care of Dean and all his other siblings when they were just but toddlers. She went on to tell me more on how Dean was a really good kid, and she couldn't wait to see how his own kids turned out.

Seeing her that excited, I started feeling sad. Because I suddenly remembered about mine and Dean's unwise agreement to wait till after two years, before we could start to have kids. I almost told her about it, but I thought against it. That thing was eating away at me like a disease.

Sometimes I just wished I never agreed to the crap. Why would we even wait for two year? I got lonely every times he left me all alone. If I had a baby, that would help, I would have company-especially now that I was working from home.

(Deans POV.)
I woke up with a splitting headache. I tapped everywhere for my cellphone, but it was not there. I opened my left eye, the right one still tightly shut and I was perplex-There was a phone there, but it certainly wasn't mine nor Patrick's. I was still laying on my stomach and I couldn't turn since there was a pounding in my head.

What the hell did we drink yesterday? Migraines?

I tried to think what I had but nothing particular came to,except worse headache. It was like I had selective amnesia. Everything at the club was gone . Not even blurry images.