YOUR HEART KNOWS IT

Part 53

He held my hand while going down the stairs, carried our bags, and opened the door of the front seat for me. I watch as he settles our things on the back and adjusts himself on the driver's seat before heading for the road. I am not surprised at all he used to be everything I ever asked for. But I simply don't wanna get used to it again. I pray it wouldn't but I know for sure it won't last long.

For a few hours, I watch the scenery change from city buildings to palm trees before I get another call.

"You're kidding right?" he immediately said like we are just continuing our conversation earlier.

"I wish I was, but no I am not"

"Why did no one tell me? Why didn't she tell me?" I can hear the sadness in his voice and I feel guilty but I can't back out now can I? After all, it's up to fate for my mission to be successful and in the end, they'll be the ones to benefit the most from it.

"That's so typical of her, I'm sorry I wanted to tell you but we've talked before and she said she'll be the one to tell you"

"I can't believe I.."

"Sorry Flute," I said and ended the call before he can even finish his line.
He will survive. Lol!

"What was that all about?" my husband asked. I got pretty occupied thinking of ways I can make this plan work that I almost forgot I'm with Justin right now.

"just... Nevermind"

"You talk to him a lot, don't you think?"

"Oh please, we're not talking about that again are we?" He knew exactly what I meant by that.

"Just saying,"  He said bluntly

"Really?" I asked glancing at his side. He only shrugged his shoulders.

"Seriously, you've been gone for a couple of days and that's the best thing you can say to me?"

"Don't start with me"

"No, you don't start with me. Stop the car" I shot back.
"I said stop the car!" the tires made a screeching sound, instinctively I wrapped my hands on my belly relying on the seat belt for support suddenly wondering what's gotten into me.

"Now what?!" he shouted. I thought I could come up with something, with some words, confront him with the lines I've prepared myself to bombard him. But that's not what happened.

"I'm sorry it's just that... Flute likes Rachel alright so I'm just trying to set things up for them, so can we please not talk about this again"

He reached out for my hand and gently squeezed it.

"You could have just said so earlier, why make a fuss" I tried to open my mouth. But I knew he was right I could have just told him.

"I'm sorry" was all I could say.

"That's fine. Let's go, we don't wanna be late do we?" I took a deep breath and compelled myself to nod and smile. He casually started the car while I go back idly staring at the window a tear forming in the corner of my eye. Maybe I was way too over my head it is partly my fault for overreacting. Am I? Is it?  Now I cannot even convince myself that the anger and frustration inside me are caused by pregnancy hormones.