38. The Guilty Looks

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As I stared at my husband I thought about everything that led me to this point. I can't say I regret anything. Maybe everything happened how it was supposed to happen. Yet I feel like things could have been different. I can't believe it has been six months since I last talk to Damien. A month after that I agreed to marry Zachary. I was so angry with him but when I thought about everything I realized this would be best for my girl! Yes, I'm carrying a girl. I'm already nine months pregnant. I could go into labour any day now. Zachary has been a perfect gentleman as he said. We are gentle towards each other, with occasional kissing and acts like that but nothing more happened. At least for now, since I'm pregnant and sex in this condition isn't appealing to me. I must say my life has become pretty boring. I don't work since no one would hire me. Zachary has rebuilt his company a bit but it's still not the right time for me to go back there. We even had a trial with that company who stole from us but nothing major was decided. So my days usually go with running around the house, talking to Aylen, Gabriel, or Zachary's sister. It's actually step sister but their relationship is strong. Her name is Arianna, and she's twenty-four. A year younger than me. It's nice to have someone to talk to. She comes every day to see if she can help me. She is a model so she doesn't work full time only when her agent finds her some gig.

-Do you think we should go tonight? I mean we can always say we couldn't because of your condition. You should rest you know.- I rolled my eyes. I always need to be the bad guy.

-Oh come on, it's not that bad. Either way, you would have to see them eventually they are your parents.- I said honestly and he turned now to look at me. He gently patted my cheek, stroking it.

-It's not me I am worried about.- I returned the smile and put my hand over his. His parents don't like me. Philip liked me when I was employ but now that I'm married to his son after everything that happened he is not thrilled. His mother is... well she does her best to ignore me and I'm grateful for that. There are some comments here and there but nothing too much so I tolerate her. Philip is usually sulking around, pouting, and barely speaking. So it's plain awkward whenever I'm there. But Zach insists that I go or else he doesn't go as well. He is persistent to make them accept me. Poor guy.

-Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't handled before. We both know how the night would go so there are no surprises.- He sighed at that.

-I wish they would accept my choices already but what can I do.- I nodded at that, thinking about how there are plenty of things to do but I don't care about it. They don't need to like me.

-Let's not talk about that. Do you want me to come to your office today to get you your suit? You can change there and I'll take a cab or go in my car and we can meet at your parent's house. You know how they are when we are late...- Zach sighed and nodded. 

-That would be great, you are right. Thank you, you really are the best.- He put his hands on my cheeks, giving me a gentle kiss. I smiled when we parted. I like him, I really do feel something with him, but not like... Agh... It's dangerous territory. I do not say his name, I don't want to think about him. Last I heard is that he is in France. That is it... 

-Bye honey! See you later.- Zach waved to me as he left the house and I got around to my usual chores. Yeah... I feel like I'm not meant for this. I know this is a hard job as well, and I admire women who want to stay home and take care of everything but I'm not one of them. I want to be out there, to make a change. Here I just feel. Traped... I heard my telephone ringing so I stopped mixing ingredients for lunch and answered.

-Guess who is on your way to your house? Your favourite sister in law!- I chuckled at that. I love Arianna, she is such a free spirit. She always makes me laugh.

-You are my only sister in law so I don't have a choice.-

-Oh potato-patato... You know you would still love me the best even if you had ten sisters in law.- I couldn't disagree but didn't want it to get into her head so I stayed quiet.

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