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.I can feel it, and they might not just bethoughts.She blanks me completely and looks straight at my bare chested God.Why the hell didn t he putsome jeans and a t-shirt on? I need to speak to you. She sounds determined. Alone. she adds,flicking an impertinent look at me.Her fortitude will be of zero help.She ll have to rip him from my dying hands before I leave them alone. You ve got more chance of having tea with the Queen, I snarl.My fury is building by the second,and I absolutely cannot control it. What do you want? I feel Jesse s hand rest lightly on the smallof my shirt covered back.It s a silent demand to calm myself down.It ll never work.The more Ilook at this impudent hussy, the angrier I m getting, if that s possible.I feel like a pressure cooker,set to explode. I asked you a question. Ava, Jesse s calming voice just infuriates me further. Calm yourself down, baby. His palmslides around to my front to hold my tummy.He s worried about my blood pressure, the anxiousfool.My blood pressure should be the least of his worries.Blood spilt, that s what he should beconcerned about. I m calm, I m clearly not. I won t ask you again. I push Jesse s hand away from my stomach, buthe doesn t let me get away with it.He pulls me back so I m slightly behind him, and then holds hisarm out to the side in silent warning.It won t work, but he starts speaking before I can wrestle hisarm out of my way. Coral, I ve told you before.It s never going to happen. His tone is tinged with anger, but after mylittle performance, I can t be sure if it s for my benefit or Coral s. You need to fuck off and findsomeone else to stalk.I m mentally cheering him on, even though I m sure that I m in for it when she concedes andclears off.I must look ridiculous in Jesse s shirt, my hair a wild mass of chocolate waves,yesterday s make-up on and being held back by my virtually naked husband.Coral s eyes cross from Jesse s to mine a few times before she settles her smug stare on my Godagain.I don t like that look.It s bold, and I m sure her next words will be, too.She s goingnowhere until she s said what she came to say, and I m annoyingly curious of what that is exactly. Have it your way. She shrugs nonchalantly and holds a piece of paper out to Jesse. What the fuck is that? he barks intolerantly. Take a look for yourself. She flaps the paper, encouraging Jesse to take it.I can t help it; myneck is craning to try and see for myself, but his arm pushes me back again.He snatches it, and I watch as his head drops to look, then I look at Coral, who is performing thebest sly smirk I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.What s her game? My eyes are onJesse s back, which is stiff as a board, his muscles protruding, indicating his tension.I want to know what he s holding, and I want to know what has put that slap worthy sneer onCoral s face, but at the same time, I really don t. What is it? The question I don t want to ask justslips right out.But he doesn t answer.Coral does, though. That is a scan picture of his baby.I know I stagger back, and I know he has turned to steady me, but everything is a blur. Fuckinghell. His worried voice is nothing but a drowned out rush of noise, and I know it s because all ofthe blood is draining from my head.I feel dizzy. Shit, Ava. My feet disappear from under me, but Idon t hit the floor.I ve not passed out.I ve been scooped up, and in a split second, I m sitting onthe couch with my head being pushed between my legs. Breathe, baby.Just breathe. His palmis on my head, rubbing soothing, fast, anxious circles. What the fuck are you playing at? he yellsaway from me. You stupid fucking woman! I ve not slept with you for months! Four months, and I m four months gone. She answers quickly and proudly. Do the math.I know that cunning face will be there, but I can t look at her because I ll want to dive right on her.Ineed to get my breathing under control because the rush is still whirring and the black is starting to set in.I ll fall flat on my face if I stand. You can t be.Jesse snaps anxiously, sounding far too unsure. Fuck!This is it.That baby will be born before either of mine and knowing Jesse s desperation for achild, he ll take the first one he can lay his hands on.He ll leave me.I ll be alone with twoscreaming babies and no help.My babies with me father-less.Who s going to rub my feet whenthey re swollen? Who s going to love me in lace when I m covered in stretch marks? Who s goingto make me eat when I m not hungry and feed me folic acid and lick peanut butter from my breastsand paint my toenails when I can t reach them? I start to choke on panic, but then my eyes fallonto the little piece of paper that Jesse has dropped to the floor in favour of tending to me.Hedidn t look at that picture like he did of our babies picture.He didn t drop to his knees or grabCoral to hug her.What it wrong with me? I feel like a mixed bag of over exaggerated emotions.I meverywhere [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I can feel it, and they might not just bethoughts.She blanks me completely and looks straight at my bare chested God.Why the hell didn t he putsome jeans and a t-shirt on? I need to speak to you. She sounds determined. Alone. she adds,flicking an impertinent look at me.Her fortitude will be of zero help.She ll have to rip him from my dying hands before I leave them alone. You ve got more chance of having tea with the Queen, I snarl.My fury is building by the second,and I absolutely cannot control it. What do you want? I feel Jesse s hand rest lightly on the smallof my shirt covered back.It s a silent demand to calm myself down.It ll never work.The more Ilook at this impudent hussy, the angrier I m getting, if that s possible.I feel like a pressure cooker,set to explode. I asked you a question. Ava, Jesse s calming voice just infuriates me further. Calm yourself down, baby. His palmslides around to my front to hold my tummy.He s worried about my blood pressure, the anxiousfool.My blood pressure should be the least of his worries.Blood spilt, that s what he should beconcerned about. I m calm, I m clearly not. I won t ask you again. I push Jesse s hand away from my stomach, buthe doesn t let me get away with it.He pulls me back so I m slightly behind him, and then holds hisarm out to the side in silent warning.It won t work, but he starts speaking before I can wrestle hisarm out of my way. Coral, I ve told you before.It s never going to happen. His tone is tinged with anger, but after mylittle performance, I can t be sure if it s for my benefit or Coral s. You need to fuck off and findsomeone else to stalk.I m mentally cheering him on, even though I m sure that I m in for it when she concedes andclears off.I must look ridiculous in Jesse s shirt, my hair a wild mass of chocolate waves,yesterday s make-up on and being held back by my virtually naked husband.Coral s eyes cross from Jesse s to mine a few times before she settles her smug stare on my Godagain.I don t like that look.It s bold, and I m sure her next words will be, too.She s goingnowhere until she s said what she came to say, and I m annoyingly curious of what that is exactly. Have it your way. She shrugs nonchalantly and holds a piece of paper out to Jesse. What the fuck is that? he barks intolerantly. Take a look for yourself. She flaps the paper, encouraging Jesse to take it.I can t help it; myneck is craning to try and see for myself, but his arm pushes me back again.He snatches it, and I watch as his head drops to look, then I look at Coral, who is performing thebest sly smirk I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.What s her game? My eyes are onJesse s back, which is stiff as a board, his muscles protruding, indicating his tension.I want to know what he s holding, and I want to know what has put that slap worthy sneer onCoral s face, but at the same time, I really don t. What is it? The question I don t want to ask justslips right out.But he doesn t answer.Coral does, though. That is a scan picture of his baby.I know I stagger back, and I know he has turned to steady me, but everything is a blur. Fuckinghell. His worried voice is nothing but a drowned out rush of noise, and I know it s because all ofthe blood is draining from my head.I feel dizzy. Shit, Ava. My feet disappear from under me, but Idon t hit the floor.I ve not passed out.I ve been scooped up, and in a split second, I m sitting onthe couch with my head being pushed between my legs. Breathe, baby.Just breathe. His palmis on my head, rubbing soothing, fast, anxious circles. What the fuck are you playing at? he yellsaway from me. You stupid fucking woman! I ve not slept with you for months! Four months, and I m four months gone. She answers quickly and proudly. Do the math.I know that cunning face will be there, but I can t look at her because I ll want to dive right on her.Ineed to get my breathing under control because the rush is still whirring and the black is starting to set in.I ll fall flat on my face if I stand. You can t be.Jesse snaps anxiously, sounding far too unsure. Fuck!This is it.That baby will be born before either of mine and knowing Jesse s desperation for achild, he ll take the first one he can lay his hands on.He ll leave me.I ll be alone with twoscreaming babies and no help.My babies with me father-less.Who s going to rub my feet whenthey re swollen? Who s going to love me in lace when I m covered in stretch marks? Who s goingto make me eat when I m not hungry and feed me folic acid and lick peanut butter from my breastsand paint my toenails when I can t reach them? I start to choke on panic, but then my eyes fallonto the little piece of paper that Jesse has dropped to the floor in favour of tending to me.Hedidn t look at that picture like he did of our babies picture.He didn t drop to his knees or grabCoral to hug her.What it wrong with me? I feel like a mixed bag of over exaggerated emotions.I meverywhere [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]