I sighed and buried my face in my hands. This is just fantastic. I can’t see my baby, I feel like crap, and now my husband is mad at me.
“Nolan, wait!” I called after him, getting out of bed and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders.
“What?” He asked irritatedly, whirling around to face me.
“I’m sorry that you’re mad at me, but you’ve gotta stop babying me. I’m going to be twenty five in two months.” I said, pulling the blanket tighter.
“I just don’t understand why you won’t listen to me.”
“Because I’m not gonna die if I don’t stay on complete bed rest!”
“You say you want to Brayden back, and I’m trying to help you out here!”
“I am FINE, Nolan!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air. My blanket fell to the ground, and I crossed my arms defiantly.
“Why are you so STUBBORN?”
“Just because I don’t want to stay on stupid bed rest doesn’t make me ‘stubborn’!”
By this point, our shouting escalated to the point where we were almost screaming at each other.
“Will you stop being stupid and listen to me?!”
“I’m not stupid!” I yelled, putting my hands on my hips and glaring at him.
“You’re acting like it!”
“Don’t call me stupid, you jerk!”
He glared at me. “Then don’t call me a jerk!”
“You’re acting like one!”
“And you’re being stupid! Get back in bed, now.” He demanded, pointing to our room.
“You don’t own me. Don’t tell me what to do!”
“I’m your husband; I’m only doing what’s best for you!”
“Look. I feel fine, so you can just calm down.” I lied.
“Yeah right.” He said, crossing his arms and glaring at me. I sighed angrily and walked past him “Where on earth are you going?!”
“The front porch.” I snapped, opening the front door and slamming it shut. “Stupid husband. Thinks he can control me.” I muttered angrily to myself, sitting on the porch swing, shivering slightly as a cold breeze hit me. A few minutes later, the front door opened and Nolan draped a blanket around my shoulders and sat down next to me.
“Come inside, please.” He asked softly. When I didn’t say anything he sighed. “Please? You’re just going to get worse.” I wrapped the blanket tighter around my shoulders and stood up. “I’m sorry!” He called after me.
“I don’t appreciate being called stupid.” I said, facing him.
“I didn’t-”
“You sort of did.” I said, coughing into the crook of my arm.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to lie down on the couch.” I muttered,
*
I was sitting up in bed, flipping through a magazine when Nolan came in.
“Feeling better?” He asked
“Yes.” I said, not looking up from my magazine.
“Regan…it’s been a week. We need to talk.”
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Be My Shelter (Book II)
Teen FictionThis is the sequal to "Be my Shelter (Book I) I would advise you to read the first book if you haven't yet, because it will make more sense that way
