was trying to connect to the internet. It didn’t work. Nathan stood in the archway and explained harshly, “The internet isn’t free, you know. Have some self-respect. Pay for your own things.”
I didn’t respond. I played minesweeper instead as Dillan had his nap. I can only pray that it gets better.
Which brings us to now.
Not even twenty minutes later Nathan returns, picks up my laptop and takes it away. He comes back with my old phone, takes my new one from my pocket, swaps the sim cards and places my old phone back into my pocket.
“You paid for the nursery. Are you going to take that away too?” I comment dryly, my eyes narrowed.
“No, I’ll need that room empty and I doubt I’ll get my money back on such poorly looked after furniture.”
I let out a laugh. “Considering you’ve used the furniture as much as me, that’s an insult to yourself.”
He only leaves the room. I sit and twiddle my thumbs, my irritation at a new level. I’m finding it hard to keep it together and it’s only been one day.
Oh god. What now? He’s back. It hasn’t been fifteen minutes since he left the room.
Oh wait, it’s okay, he’s going to the car with my… why the hell does he have my nappy bag? I watch him walk back to the house through the clear glass of the window. His face is a hard mask.
He steps into the room and throws Dillan’s coat at me. I catch it before it hits me in the face. “Take Dillan and get out for a few hours. Your nappy bag is packed with the right amount of everything.”
“What?” He’s kicking us out for the day?
“You heard me, I have to concentrate. Get in your car and go.”
Will he let me back in if I do?
He sighs at my lack of action and snatches the coat from me. “Honestly, you’re his mother. The least you could do is get him ready to leave. That’s all I’m asking.” I’m going to punch him.
I watch him dress Dillan quickly and efficiently. God damn him. Now he’s leaving the house.
I quickly chase after him and my son. He places Dillan gently in the car seat in the back of my car and tosses the keys at me. Catching them like I did the coat, only an inch from my face, I grit my teeth and climb into the driver’s seat.
“You forgot your coat; it’s cold,” Nathan snaps, his hand on the doorframe.
A thought comes to mind. I climb back out of the car and stomp towards the house.
I grab my coat but as soon as I get near him, I click my fingers. “Oh, wait. I totally forgot.” I lift my t-shirt over my head and throw it at him.
“What are you doing?” His eyes widen as he takes me in wearing nothing but a bra and trousers.
I kick off my shoes and tug my trousers down, ignoring the horrid feel of the wet dirt beneath my socks.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Nathan hisses as I kick the jeans at him.
I slip my feet back into my shoes and snatch my coat from his hands. Shrugging it on I give him a friendly smile. “You bought those too.”
“You can have the clothes.” He gawps, disbelief plain on his face.
“No thanks. I don’t want anything from you. Not unless it’s for Dillan.” I button my coat up at the front, ignoring the fact that it doesn’t even cover my thighs, and lean into the back of the car to grab Dillan. I’m probably giving him a spectacular view of my lace knickers right now.
“Now what are you doing?” He snaps as I cradle my son to my chest and walk casually to the boot. With one hand I pull out his pram and unfold it with the aid of my foot. I place Dillan inside and wrap him tightly in his blanket. I use the rain cover to keep the cold air from attacking him. “Guinevere!”
“Yes?” I enquire sweetly, stopping a few feet from the car.
“You’ve made your point.”
I pretend to be confused, almost laughing evilly at the look of defeat on his face. “Point? What point? I thought you wanted back everything you bought for me?”
“Gwen,” he sighs, looking exhausted. “Stop this.”
“Nope. If you want to be an idiot, then I’ll just be an idiot right back.” I click my fingers again. “Now that I think about it,” I let out a little laugh and