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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Emotions & Marriage?

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Emotions & Marriage?

Forgive me for the late update! I have been sick and have had about three assessments due this week and I have not had any time at all to be updating. Sorry!:( 

I'm still quite sick, btw. It hurts to be looking at my screen right now, but I'm trying my best to update for you guys. 

Mark 

There wasn't much to see on the screen apart from a visible, distorted blob of white. However, I knew what it was. Who it was. And I couldn't help the sound that slipped passed my lips without warning, a sob of some sort, that caused Ellie's eyes to be torn from the screen to me. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes held a wild hurricane of emotions. 

"...Mark?" She says, her blue eyes sending sparks of energy through me with just a simple glance. I blink rapidly, swallowing audibly, nervously, as I focus on her.

"Yeah?" I reply, clearing my throat afterwards - my voice was slightly croaky.

"Are you alright?" She asks, and I let out a small chuckle, nodding my head. I lean back in the chair that I was sat upon, feeling awe overcome any other emotion.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just..." I begin, finding myself at loss for words. I raise both eyebrows and shake my head, still surprised at the impact that a small, hazy image had upon me. "I just... wow." I finish, still not able to find any words that would explain the emotions that I am feeling. She seems relieved at my answer - she must have thought that I didn't want to go through with this or something. 

"Oh. I know," She says, letting out a breath. "Never thought I'd be a mother, if I'm honest." She tells me, smiling a little. She chews on her lip, and I instantly know that she is in thought. 

"What're you thinking about?" I ask, just as the woman begins to put the equipment away. Ellie shrugs a little, even if her face, now drained of colour, tells a different story. "Ellie." I say firmly, letting her know that this wasn't the time to be avoiding questions.

"We're going back to Cincinnati for Thanksgiving and Christmas, right?" She asks, and I nod my head. She sighs heavily. "There's going to be alcohol. What am I supposed to tell them when I don't drink any? Your family know that I'm not one to deny a drink." She tells me, and finally the thoughts that had been sitting at the back of my mind make an appearance. She sits up, stretching for a moment, and then hops off of the lounger. 

"I'm not sure," I say, frowing as I scratch the back of my head. "My family aren't really the suspicious type. We could just come up with an excuse until we're sure about telling them." I suggest. Ellie pauses for a moment, fiddling with her thumbs. She continues to do this as we walk out of the door, and even when we get into the car. As I glance over at her, I notice that a glassy texture has appeared on the surface of her eyes. She sniffs, rubbing her thumb under her right eye to wipe away a stray tear.

"I wish my brother was here," She says sadly, shutting her eyes for a moment. She takes in a deep breath, composing herself, before opening her eyes again. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry - you have every right to grieve," I tell her, placing my hand on top of hers. She smiles weakly at me, blinking away her tears. "I wish he was here too. He was a great guy - amazing friend." I tell her truthfully, remembering the times when Caleb, Ellie and I always hung out with each other at school. Well, Caleb wasn't there all the time, but he was still a great friend when he was. 

"Yeah. He always knew what to say, didn't he?" She says, and I nod my head at this. The guy was a complete goofball - he always knew what to say when somebody needed cheering up. I, on the other hand, am awful when it comes to making people laugh on purpose. I can't crack a joke, the humour just flows in my words. I can't force it.