The Threat Of Fear

chapter 32

        "Again? Another on?" I asked. "I've told you that I don't want to go to the competitions."

"And I've told you that I'm not going to let you waste your talent!" he frowned.

"But I don't want to do this. It's not what I want to do for a living." I sighed.

"What are you talking about?" he gasped. "This is your dream!"

My dream?

My dream is not this.

"You're not taking my emotions into account!" he whined. "You're not caring about how I feel in any of this!"

What is he talking about?

"All you're caring about is yourself!" he huffed, crossing his arms.

Am I being too insensitive and selfish about this?

        "I'm fine mother," I sighed. "I promise."

My mother continued to rant.

"Mother, everything is fine." I murmured. "Both Shade and I have had our badges and guns taken away pending investigation, but that won't take too long. Not to mention the fact that it was completely self-defense. Everything will be just fine, just give it some time."

Shade walked into the room.

"Are you sure?" my mother asked.

He kissed my cheek and sat next to me on the bed.

"Yes," I answered. "Just give it some time."

Shade started rubbing my stomach.

Oh. right. I forgot about that.

"I've got to go to my checkup now," I said. "I'll call you later, alright?"

"Alright," she replied. "Stay safe. Keep me updated, alright?"

"Got it." I nodded before ending the call.

"You ready to go?" Shade asked.

"Yeah," I breathed out. "Let me just get my shoes on, first."

        "So far, so good." I sighed, walking into the house. "Huh, Shade?"

Shade nodded in response.

"Yup." he grinned. "So far, so good."

"Hey, Rach!" Nick chirped.

"Hey," I responded.

Man, I'm tired.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm like, 25 months pregnant," I retorted. "I've been wanting to drink hot sauce for some strange reason. My feet have been swelling up a bit every now and then. One second I'm cranky, the next, I'm happy. How do you think I'm doing?"

"Uh," he uttered, his eye's wide. "Umm."

"I'm actually doing pretty well right now," I giggled. "How are you doing?"

"Fi-fine, I guess," he mumbled.

"Where did Shade go?" I hummed. "He was right next to me just a second ago."

"He went into the nursery, I think," Nick answered.

"Ahh." I nodded.

        "Shade." I sighed.

I sat on the bed that was used by me, not too long ago.

"Yes, dearest?" he hummed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well," Shade drew out. "I figured that I would use this suspension as a good thing and try and finish this room up before the little ones come."

"Ahh." I nodded. "So, what all needs to be done?"

"Well, we still have not chosen a new color for the walls, if we're going to be doing that. The changing tables still have yet to be put together." Shade answered. "There is also some stuff that still needs to be sorted and placed somewhere."

"Hand me the stuff that needs to be sorted, then," I said. "I may not be able to do a lot of things, but I still want to be useful."

"Alright." Shade murmured, standing up.

He placed a box on the bed that's filled with picture frames and handed me a stack of pictures.

"I thought you meant sorting, like actual sorting," I chuckled. "Not putting pictures in frames, but alright."