freaking stressed? I’m a horny pregnant woman about to combust because the only man she’s attracted to seems to want to ‘talk’ all the time. He doesn’t even kiss me. He’s driving me completely insane and I’m going to be getting a one way ticket to D Block if it carries on.
“I need to get out for a bit,’’ I tell him, not facing him and instead shoving shit in my bag to get ready for when Nan and Harlow arrive.
We’ve decided to go into town to look for some maternity clothes and underwear. With my hips growing some actual meat on them, my usual jeans don’t fit as snug and neither do my leggings.
“Is everything okay?’’ he asks walking up behind me, and I feel his presence there surrounding me.
“Why don’t you tell me.’’
“Huh...what does that mean?’’
I can hear the confusion in his voice which only makes me feel more upset and angry. He must know what this is doing to me. Living under the same roof, sleeping in the same bed and not feeling like a family. It’s times like this that I wonder if he truly is only with me because I’m pregnant with our daughter.
“It means I’m fed up of not knowing what the hell is going on with us. We’re living together, but we’re not really together, together. You kissed me the other week to prove you were attracted to me, but since then all you’ve done is be secretive, stealing quick glances at me here and there to see if I’m looking at what you’re doing. What gives?’’
“Look, I’m going to come right out and say this before it goes too far.’’ He talks calmly, too calmly, and I know he’s going to ask me to leave, that all of this was a mistake and I can feel my heart crumbling once again.
“What goes too far?’’ I grit out, not able to help the quiver in my voice.
“I haven’t touched you because you left. You left with our baby without even talking to me face to face,’’ he says and when I go to interrupt he holds his hand out stopping me. “It killed me just as much as it killed you, and you’ll never know just how sorry I am because now there isn’t just doubt in your mind, there’s doubt in mine too. What if you don’t really want to be with me? What if you’re only here because you don’t want our girl to grow up without her father?’’
“Are you being serious?’’ I ask, but I already know the answer.
“Deadly.’’
“Mason, you must realise that it’s me you don’t want to be with, that you feel obligated. I have no obligation to you. Do I want what’s best for my child? Yes. Would I do whatever it takes to achieve that? Yes. What I won’t do is ruin her life by being in a loveless relationship. My parents are in that and look how that turned out. If I truly didn’t want to be here, with you, with our baby, I would never have come back and stayed.’’
“So you’re not with me because of the baby?’’ he asks, hope filling his voice.
“God, no, Mason! I’m here with you because I want to be. I just feel like you don’t feel the same way that I do.’’
“Knew you couldn’t resist me, babe,’’ he grins playfully grabbing me in his arms and swinging me around.
“I’ll be sick,’’ I warn, giggling.
“I don’t care babe. I’ve been stewing over this for far too long, but didn’t want to say anything because I’m selfish and didn’t want you to leave me again.’’
I playfully role my eyes as he positions me between his legs while he rests against the side of the kitchen counter.
“Cooeyyyy!’’ my Nan’s voice screeches outside of the house. “Oh my, aren’t you a sight.’’
Hearing her flirtatious voice I quickly move out of Mason’s arms and rush over to the door in time to see the interaction between my Nan and Myles.
“I’m really sorry Miss, but this is private property.’’
“Back in my day they never made men like you. Such a shame too, you have such a fantastic body young man,’’ she flirts and I know she’s only playing.
I think.
Myles blushes and I feel sorry for him so I step outside interrupting before she says something I can never erase from my mind.
“Nan, leave Myles alone,’’ I giggle.
My Nan turns around wearing a huge grin on her face. Her eyes are sharp on mine but