Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Manipulator

Owen was counting down to the wedding, so was Oliver. Oliver hasnt seen Holly in nearly a month, I think the baby is due September, so being in August, she was about to pop any minute. Oliver wasnt the slightest bit bothered about his mum, he used to ask all the time when he will be able to go see mummy, but that soon stopped.

Training was pushing me harder than ever, all my stress and anxiety about the wedding was put straight into training. Not long after the wedding the season starts, so a honeymoon is pretty much out the window. "Babe, I'm thinking about having a be lated honey moon" Owen interrupted the thoughts in my head. "Mmhmm" as I continued to make breakfast. "Shall we go away for Christmas? 2 weeks all inclusive somewhere like Cuba or Jamacia?" My eyes lit up, "I've always wanted to go to the Caribbean Islands!" Owen just stood there smiling "obviously we would have little man" not much of a honeymoon "we going on holiday Daddy?" Oliver suddenly popped in the kitchen "only if Amelia agrees" "please Amelia!" He pleaded, he was getting so big. I nodded "I'll book it now" I rolled my eyes at the boys excitement.

Luckily, this morning was the only morning we didnt have to be out the house for a certain time. So we all snuggled up in the living room eating breakfast and watched Disney movies. "Post" Oliver shouted at the top of his voice, he has had one letter before and now he gets excited to see if he gets anymore. He ran and grabbed the post, handing it all to me. I ran my eyes through all the post, Owen, Owen, Me, Owen. I threw all Owen's post to him, occasionally hitting him in the head. The one letter for me was hand written which was strange. There was no return address which again was very strange. I opened it, as Owen cleared up from Breakfast.

Dear Amelia,
You didnt have to do this, we could of been happy together. You could have been Mrs Baker, not a Mrs Farrell. Imagine how cute our children could have been. You have ruined it all for yourself. I could have made you so happy.
I only got with Emma to make you jealous, I thought this would make you realise how much you love me. I know I have a lot of making up to do but I promise I will make it up to you.
I love you Amelia and you love me.
See you when I get out!
Love yours Truly,
HARRY XXX

I ran up the stairs and hid the letter, in my underwear draw. I didnt know what to do, do I tell Owen, do i go to the police, do I convince Owen to move house? I froze in the middle of the room, staring at mine and Owen's bed. I'm not saying run, I'm just saying relocate, somewhere with better schools, bigger house, less traffic. "Babe are you ok?" I turned to look at a very worried Owen. "Sorry, I really needed the toilet it was one of them" he laughed as I smiled. "What you doing now then?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "Urm just thinking about the future" I shrugged.

"What about it?" He pulled me on to the bed. "Just everything is going so fast next thing you know well be 60 rocking on our porch playing cards" he laughed. "If you want to play cards on a porch, best start looking at houses" he joked. "Well why not? Something more rural? Bigger garden, more rooms? Especially if you want to get a bun in the oven after the wedding" I half heartedly laughed. "Not a bad idea to be honest! Let's do it, that way we can start our married life in a house that's ours and we can make it whatever we want it to be. That way you wont feel like you're living in my house because you'll be living in our house" I felt bad for manipulating him, but I needed to do something otherwise Harry would just keep coming after me.

"Considering we are not doing anything today, why dont we go speak to the estate agents and see what they got available?" I shrugged. "Yeah, why not" he kissed my forehead "I'll get Oliver ready" I felt so guilty for this but i didnt want him to know. But I shouldn't be hiding things from him.

I got dressed quickly, think it was a tracksuit day. So black Nike leggings, a t-shirt and my Nike trainers. I text the girls while Owen was getting himself and Oliver ready. Somehow, all I heard was giggling and "No daddy, I can't wear that" I laughed at the pair of them.
I really didnt know how to phrase this;
Hey, I've had a letter off Harry basically telling me when he gets out hes coming to win me back. But I havent told Owen. So I put an idea in Owen's head about moving house. I feel bad for manipulating him but he seems so happy to buy a house together. I'm such a bad person.
Can you come visit soon?x

Within seconds my phone was going crazy "your phone is going mental babe" Owen eyed up the phone "oh it's just the girls" I rolled my eyes and so did he. The texts were coming in quick;

You're a genius
You have to tell him
We will come down soon
You have to get a massive house, we want farrell babies!
If you dont tell him we will
You cant keep running
AMELIA ROSE SMITH
Answer us
The baby just kicked! Probably because I'm screaming at you Amelia

I laughed at the girls, nothing changes.

I'll tell him soon I promise, but he technically suggested it.

AMELIA YOU ARE SO MANIPULATIVE. I LOVE IT. BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM.
AGREED.

I promise I'll tell him.

I chucked my phone in my pocket before Owen could see anything. "Ready?" I nodded and we all left.

I am the worst person ever.