Be safe.

XIII.

Emily pov
Wow, we had an amazing time, I really missed that. Ali is now sleeping on my chest with her arm wrapped around my waist but I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, the image of that jerk touching my wife comes back to my mind. My blood is boiling, I need to do something about it. I'll see tomorrow, for now, I enjoy the time I have alone with my wife . I take a quick look at her belly and I can see a very small bump, but it's so small no one can detect it. I put my hand over it and gently stroke it. I don't know who knows yet, I'll have to talk about it with her. I really want a boy for this one but I guess a girl will be fine, we'll actually save a lot of money with a girl since we had the twins first, we have a lot of newborn clothes. Yes, Ali kept absolutely everything. Anyway, now that she's pregnant, I can't go back to the army, even if I want to. And after what happened, Ali will never let me go back and since I love her more than anything, I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy. I take my phone and decide to take a quick look at jobs available in rosewood or near rosewood but nothing sounds interesting. I don't want to bartend or work in a coffee shop like I did back in high school. I feel Ali moving, she's just readjusting herself on my chest, tangling our legs. I take one last look at her before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep or at least tried to sleep. I am awaken the next day by Ali's alarm, I forgot she had to work today. I wake up and get out of bed, Ali is still heavily sleeping so I go to the kitchen and prepare her breakfast. About 15 minutes later, I feel two arms wrapped around my waist and lips glued to my neck. I turn around In her arms, peck her lips and tell her to seat down.

A: thanks babe
E: no need love

I hand her her coffee and sat down with her.

A: so what did you plan for today?
E: nothing much, I'm gonna clean and workout and maybe go through the girl's closet to clear it a bit, they have too many clothes.
A: I agree with that, way too many.
E: what about your day love?
A: it's a normal day today, just classes as usual
E: okay, try to avoid Lorenzo please
A: I promise. I have to go or I'll be late, I love you.
E: love you too

She stands up and pecks my lips before grabbing her bag and going out the door. I clean the table, get dressed, clean the house, watch some tv, workout and go through the girls closet as I said I'd do. Wow they really have a lot of clothes. I took everything they don't ft in out and also took their winter clothes out as spring is coming. Before I know it, it's already noon. I grab my bike and head out. I'm on my way to the school, trying to think what I'll say or what I'll do. After a 10 minutes' "drive", I park my bike I front of the school, crack my knuckles and walk inside the school. On my way in, I run into some students.

E: hey guys, can you tell me where Mr. Calderon's classroom is?

They point their classroom to me. Luckily it's on the opposite side of Ali's classroom so she won't see me go in but she might hear me. I walk to his classroom, I'm already boiling inside. I don't take time to knock, I just push his door open.

L: uhm Hello?
E: YOU BASTARD
L: Oh I'm guessing you're the "wife"

He's smirking at me like he doesn't care at all. I was still standing at his door but now I'm at his face, about to throw my fist in his face. I take him by his shirt and throw him against the wall behind him. I keep my distance because I'm about to lose my calm.

E: YES I AM THE WIFE BASTARD
L: so she went whining to you because someone bothered her, how cute
E: DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN
L: I touch her if I want to touch her. Who are you to tell me what I can or can't do?

I lost it, I'm now on top of him, hitting him. His nose is bleeding as is his mouth. My eyes are red, I'm so angry at him. Someone picked me up from him and I look around, I can see Ali crying. She comes running to me and hugs me. Principal Hackett goes to see how Lorenzo is doing and I take Ali's hand and walk out the school, almost running. But Ali has trouble following me as she's wearing heels.