Nanbaka: Mrs. Gokuu

Thursday: Mood Swings

Nuan felt like she was cloud nine, for now. Her mood swings have been all over the place, but she's managed to control them to the best of her ability. She was humming to herslef as she wrote her notes done when Samon busted into the office, mad.

"What the hell Nuan," Samon screamed.

Nuan let out a squeal as she dropped her pen. She turned her head to see her husband in a rage.

"Hi sweetie," Nuan waved smiling happily, "You startled m--"

"What is your problem?" Samon closed the doorm

"E-Excuse me?"

"What's your problem!? You've been acting weird all week, and brushing it off likes it nothing! You've throwing up, then your eating like it never happened! One minute your nice, then next your a hysterical mess! And It's stressing me out!"

"Samon, I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing to worry ab-"

"Stop lying, and tell me what is wrong with you! I've had enough of your bullsh-"

Nuan pushed his face away, she glared at him, her mood swings had her mood change faster than the speed of light. She was mad, she glared at her husband as she slowly removed her hand.

"I don't know who the hell you think you're taking to, but last time I check, I'm your damn wife," She snapped back, "If you're gonna give me an attitude, because you don't believe me, you can leave."

"I'm not going anywhere." Samon put his foot down.

"The fuck you are, you have a meeting in an hour. Go, get out of my face we'll discuss this after."

"Nuan. Please." His voice showed concern.

"Get out, now!"

She shoved him away, and he finally turned around and walked out the door, Mitsuru walked in after Samon walked out, a big smile plastered on his face, and hands behind his back.

"Guess what came in a day early," He sang.

"What," She snapped.

He showed her an orange prescription bottle full of white pills with her name on it, and just like that Nuan was back to the happy self she was before Samon walked in. She quickly clapped her hands with glee as she squealed with excitment.

"Mood swing?" Mitsuru tossed them to her.

"Yeah," Nuan caught the bottle, "If you didn't hear, I yelled at Samon. He's been concerned about me all week."

"Can't blame him, the guy is absolutely clueless, no one else knows except me and Ahmya."

"Don't remind me, everyone will know soon enough, after I talk to Samon in private of course."

"Well I got to go," Mitsuru waved, "Have a meeting in less than an hour."

"Enjoy, tell Samon I didn't mean to snap at him, I've just been stressed." Nuan turned back to her desk

"Not a problem." He smiled.

He quickly rushed down the hall, unaware of Mao outside the door of the nurses station. A coy smile was plasted on his face.

"Everyone will know, sooner than you think." He let out a dark chuckle as he walked away, tape recorder in his hands.

He pressed the button to hear to words that were music to his ears.

"Samon...isn't the father."

Revenge was so close, he could almost taste it.