Malice

-16

Hello, my Loves, here we are again. If you have read my previous/other stories, you know that I am such a sucker for time gaps. Well, there will be a time gap in this chapter. Nothing major, but don't be surprised. Have a blessed day and good reading!

-Lu

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-Reagan-

I really needed to get my diet under control. I'd tried a bagel this morning, before the sun was even up and for the second time in three hours, I was puking what guts I had left out. The thing was with food, it was a hit and miss. So I settled for an apple and brewed up some coffee before I went out onto the deck to watch the sun rise. I just couldn't bring myself to go back to sleep after John had called me by his lovers name. The mother of his son.

It was nearly sickening and finally after I laid there for an hour, trying my hardest not to slap the hell out of my sleeping husband, I'd gotten up. Of course, eventually, I came up with something to justify things. What if it had been me, calling him 'Nathan'? Lord, he would have a freaking fit. It was possible however, I dreamed about him a lot. Whatever, I just wanted to forget about it and try to enjoy my last day here.

I swallowed the last drink of my coffee, wincing as it had grown cold, and got up. I was surprised when I found John in the kitchen leaning against the counter with his own mug of coffee steaming. His hair stuck out at odd angles in a few places and he looked like he hadn't slept well. As if. "Good morning." I went to the sink and put my empty cup in. When he wasn't quick to reply, I turned to face him. He had that frown on his face...the one he wore when he was displeased. Awesome.

"Your boyfriend called while you were on the deck." He shot me one hell of an eye roll. Was this news supposed to surprise me? As if the mother of his own child didn't call him on occasion; rather it was to discuss the son neither of them had custody of or a random booty call. Cringe.

"Okay? And he isn't-he calls to check on the baby..." I explained when all I really wanted to do was tell him to fuck off. Nathan had every right to know how this pregnancy was going, anytime he wished.

It was clear that John thought differently. "He doesn't have to be involved at all, Reagan. You should have never told him in the first place because when it happens, it will just upset more people than it should. You're wasting the guys time." There was absolutely no remorse on his face or in his voice. Didn't my husband even care that those words had my heart hurting?

It. When you lose another one of your babies, Reagan. "Wow. You really are a fucking asshole, John." I glared across the kitchen and it took everything in me not to choke up and start bawling. What the fuck was his problem? And why couldn't we ever talk about him? The way he just stared at me, made me livid. I so wanted to open my mouth and go off on him; about his child, his mistress and his secrets. That fucking address hadn't just been some coincidence and I knew it. No matter how much I was trying to convince myself otherwise.

I didn't though. I took several deep, calming breathes and crossed my arms bellow my breast that filled a bikini top. "I just want to enjoy our last day here, alright?" I finally said, and I meant it. It had been his idea to drag me out here.

John huffed and pushed away from the counter. "We're going home. I have something to take care of." He said on his way out of the room. I didn't even bother asking what they may just be. I wouldn't get an answer.

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The drive back to the city was not nearly as tolerating as the drive there had been. Six entire hours of silence with a man who had just glared ahead the entire time. I didn't even want to get into the look he gave me when I demanded he pull over so I could get sick on the side of the road. If only he would just let me go and spare the hatred he had for me carrying someone else's child. What did I expect was going to happen if and when I gave birth? That this marriage would continue with Nathan Monroe's child living under John's roof?