To Love Somebody

18. magoa

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magoa - a heartbreaking feeling that leaves long-lasting traces, visible in gestures and facial expressions 

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"Look." Misha exclaimed as she pulled out a stack of clothes from the shopping bag. "Isn't this so cute?" She gushed as she folded a pink polka dot shirt.

She continued showing Zander the baby clothes she had bought today. Even though she was still only a few months into her pregnancy, shopping for baby clothes had easily become something she really enjoyed.

Maybe it was just anticipation but whenever she went shopping for baby clothes, it just made the whole thing more real.

Her and Zander, they were finally having a baby.

"And this." She showed him a lace dress. "It's a little big but it's so cute! We're going to have to wait for her to grow into it."

Misha glanced at Zander. He was just sitting there – absentmindedly. For the past hour, since he'd come home from work, he had been quiet.

"Zander?" She questioned. Misha watched as he took the dress from her. It was though he finally realized that she was talking to him.

She drew her eyebrows together, watching curiously as he stared at the piece of cloth in his hands before folding it and tossing it aside.

She watched as he sighed in frustration. He ran a hand over his face before turning to her.

Glancing between her and the pile of baby clothes she had bought, Zander finally spoke.

"I can't do this anymore." He stood up, walking over to the dining table. The dining table was where he had thrown his keys when he had come home less than an hour ago.

And for the last hour, she had been nagging him about the baby. From every shirt to shoe, she showed him every little thing she had bought.

With the case winding down , the height of his career on the line, his plate was more than enough. And Misha, her nagging was pushing him over.

He let out a dry laugh. The pent-up irritation colored his face. "I'm so fucking done."

Misha followed him over to the dining table. She watched, confused, as he grabbed his keys.

"What's wrong?"

Misha watched as he stilled, frozen on spot. Before she could react, his arms encircled her, one hand on her waist and the other on the back of neck as he titled her head towards his.

This time, she froze as his lips clashed against hers. His breathing was erratic. She tried kissing him back but his lips were hard against hers. Hard and forceful as though he was searching for something.

Misha looked at him in a daze as he pulled away suddenly. Running her tongue over her lip, she smiled softly. It must be work.

Zander had to be stressed. She knew that. She had to know that.

This case, it was so important for him.

She placed her hands on the small baby bump, again, something that had become a habit.

Misha watched as his eyes followed her movements. His eyes hardening as they focused on the baby bump.

She watched as iciness surrounded him, a hint of coldness she was unfamiliar with.

It was the same coldness he harbored as he wrapped up a law case. The indifferent and ruthless front as he chased a win.

But never in front of her.