Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~17~

~Caroline~

The mood Sol seemed to stay in became quite amusing over the next few days. I told myself that it was better I find it anything else but unbearable. Him and his mood spent majority of the time locked away in the study. But when he wasn't in his dark cave, I had to hide my amusment. My husband was irritated at the state he was in and I knew it bothered him that he had to rely on me more than he ever had before.

It was the evening of his fifth night home from the hospital and I sat in our large living room with a fire roaring when he came in, limping on his cane. He stopped a few feet in the room and I looked up from a book I had entertained my attention with. "Is everything alright" I asked him when he just stood there, staring down at me. I tried to figure out what kind of mood he was in by his expression but it gave nothing away.

"Yes. I figured we could cook dinner and have some wine?"

My brow lifted. So now he wanted to be social? I wanted to scoff. But making dinner, rather it was alone or with Sol, was something we always did. It wasn't anything he relied on me for. He could have a cold sandwich for all I care but now, he wanted my company. I could see it on his face...finally. "That sounds nice." I abandoned the book beside me on the couch and got up. I passed by him on my way to the kitchen as he trudged there slowly, because I knew that he didn't want me to make sure he got there okay.

Sol was a very unreliant male. He hadn't been dependent on anyone when he was building an empire; becoming a millionaire. Why would he start now? It was something, as a wife, that should bother me to core, but it didn't. Would saying that it was sexy, be to cliché? He wasn't a child...he wasn't our children. At the thought, I felt sick. Nervous. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was pregnant, not now, as we gathered in the kitchen and started to discuss what we would be making. Not in the past three days.

I didn't feel any different, all except for occasionally nausea. Why won't you tell him, Caroline? One, because he had been in an entirely different part of the house as me and two...did he want to bring another child into this world? To endanger them as Lydia and Chris had been endangered several times now?  Did I? The thought had crossed my mind but I'd only entertained it for a second.

I'd die for my children before I ever thought about getting 'rid' of one of them. But without  his  consent? Obviously it was my body but it was also his baby. All throughout the making of our dinner and even after we has sat down to eat, I imagined how easy it would be to just tell him that I-we-were going to have another child. I could hardly believe it myself. In three days I had managed to clean out the stash of tests I had hoarded. I was definitely pregnant.

"I was thinking we could get the kids tomorrow and go somewhere for the day." Sol said when dinner was whining down to an end. I hadn't touched my wine, all for a sip and when he'd asked me about that, I'd brushed it off.

"Are you sure you will be up for that?" I asked around a bite of food. Doctors orders; stay home and take it easy. Even though he tried to hide it, I knew he was still in a great deal of pain.

He shrugged and then grimaced at the action. "I want to see them. I understand why you don't want them here, Caroline. Who knows where that fucker is or if he is still hanging around." This was the first time he had said anything about 'the fucker' since the day at the hospital.

It surprised me...and terrified me all in one. "Yea. We can do that."

Once we were done eating, I cleared the table and denied his help when he came to the sink to help me with the dishes. Of course he didn't listen. Ever my stubborn husband. As we knocked them out side by side, I actually opened my mouth to tell him about the baby but I couldn't bring myself to do it. How would he feel about it? Especially now days when I had no clue of how he would react about anything. Sol was a wild card.