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whenever you stop by the office. And, er, who I heard, singled you out at the recital before last,” Brooks explained, his expression pained, as if he hated to break the news. “Charlotte is furious, but has agreed to wait until after Kendall delivers and resumes her meds to reason with her.”
“Case fuckin’ closed.” The psychoness of Johnnie’s bitch vindicated Christopher.
“So I’m going to meet McCallister or what?” Val asked, ignoring Johnnie’s angry glare.
Brooks wiped his brow and sent Christopher another hang-dog-I’m-so-fucked look. “It’s Outlaw or no one.”
“Oh-fucking-well,” Christopher barked. “It gotta be no one.”
He didn’t allow Brooks another chance to try and change his mind. He walked the fuck out, determined to forget McCallister fucking existed.
“I want this, this, this, this, that, that, that, and that, MegAnn,” CJ informed Meggie, his chubby finger landing on the photos of the toys he expected Santa to deliver.
Forcing a smile, she followed her son’s thumps, considering the bake set, kid-sized 12-volt Camero, farmhouse, and alphabet computer, but ruling out the gun, sword, and knives. Christopher would start his lessons with real weapons soon enough.
“I’ll talk to Santa, sweet potato,” she promised, wondering if she should place a call to Dr. Will. In the three weeks since she’d started feeling “off,” it had grown worse as the days passed. According to Dr. Howser, her cervix was effaced at ten percent. He swore while it bore watching, it wasn’t something to really worry about. Meggie didn’t feel right, though, and she worried it was something more than what he said. Sharp pains in her stomach came and went, and general unwellness hung around her. Maybe her regular OB/GYN could check Meggie out and confirm Dr. Howser’s report.
Doctors were supposed to know best, but this was one of those instances where she knew her body better. She’d also read up on effacement online. Given her history, it was serious. When she confronted Dr. Howser, he said he understood her concerns, but she was stressing herself out for nothing.
What else could she do?
She’d been trying to hide how sick she felt from Christopher, but for the past three nights she’d declined his lovemaking. Something she never did unless she was mad with him, and then she had to be really mad. In their four years together, she’d rebuffed him out of anger, only four times.
CJ tugged her hair and she looked at the catalog again. “This, too,” he said, pointing to a doll.
“For you?”
“Uh-huh,” he squeaked with his exaggerated nod.
Meggie sighed, knowing Christopher wouldn’t want his son playing with a baby doll. She wasn’t up to that battle, but she didn’t want to deny such an innocent request. “I’ll see what I can do. But you have to be a really good boy. Promise?”
“Pwomise.”
She raised her hand. “Hi-five.”
Giggling, he tapped his smaller hand against hers and scrambled off the bed where he’d followed her after she’d put the twins down for their afternoon nap.
“Outside, Mommie.”
Meggie plopped her head back on the pillow. She needed to go over accounts for the home healthcare business and finalize her guest list for the party that she was throwing the Saturday before Christmas. At the moment, she couldn’t do anything else but... “Let’s take a nap first, buddy. Mommie is really tired.”
Instead of giving her a hard time, he climbed next to her and smiled. “I tired, too, MegAnn.”
She pulled him into her arms and kissed his forehead. “Then let’s sleep, so we’ll be nice and fresh when Daddy gets home.”
Smiling, he stilled and squeezed his eyes shut, affecting a loud snore. Meggie grinned at how easy her son had complied, wishing whatever ailed her would be as simple to fix.
Strains of Tchaikovsky floated to Johnnie through the
“Case fuckin’ closed.” The psychoness of Johnnie’s bitch vindicated Christopher.
“So I’m going to meet McCallister or what?” Val asked, ignoring Johnnie’s angry glare.
Brooks wiped his brow and sent Christopher another hang-dog-I’m-so-fucked look. “It’s Outlaw or no one.”
“Oh-fucking-well,” Christopher barked. “It gotta be no one.”
He didn’t allow Brooks another chance to try and change his mind. He walked the fuck out, determined to forget McCallister fucking existed.
“I want this, this, this, this, that, that, that, and that, MegAnn,” CJ informed Meggie, his chubby finger landing on the photos of the toys he expected Santa to deliver.
Forcing a smile, she followed her son’s thumps, considering the bake set, kid-sized 12-volt Camero, farmhouse, and alphabet computer, but ruling out the gun, sword, and knives. Christopher would start his lessons with real weapons soon enough.
“I’ll talk to Santa, sweet potato,” she promised, wondering if she should place a call to Dr. Will. In the three weeks since she’d started feeling “off,” it had grown worse as the days passed. According to Dr. Howser, her cervix was effaced at ten percent. He swore while it bore watching, it wasn’t something to really worry about. Meggie didn’t feel right, though, and she worried it was something more than what he said. Sharp pains in her stomach came and went, and general unwellness hung around her. Maybe her regular OB/GYN could check Meggie out and confirm Dr. Howser’s report.
Doctors were supposed to know best, but this was one of those instances where she knew her body better. She’d also read up on effacement online. Given her history, it was serious. When she confronted Dr. Howser, he said he understood her concerns, but she was stressing herself out for nothing.
What else could she do?
She’d been trying to hide how sick she felt from Christopher, but for the past three nights she’d declined his lovemaking. Something she never did unless she was mad with him, and then she had to be really mad. In their four years together, she’d rebuffed him out of anger, only four times.
CJ tugged her hair and she looked at the catalog again. “This, too,” he said, pointing to a doll.
“For you?”
“Uh-huh,” he squeaked with his exaggerated nod.
Meggie sighed, knowing Christopher wouldn’t want his son playing with a baby doll. She wasn’t up to that battle, but she didn’t want to deny such an innocent request. “I’ll see what I can do. But you have to be a really good boy. Promise?”
“Pwomise.”
She raised her hand. “Hi-five.”
Giggling, he tapped his smaller hand against hers and scrambled off the bed where he’d followed her after she’d put the twins down for their afternoon nap.
“Outside, Mommie.”
Meggie plopped her head back on the pillow. She needed to go over accounts for the home healthcare business and finalize her guest list for the party that she was throwing the Saturday before Christmas. At the moment, she couldn’t do anything else but... “Let’s take a nap first, buddy. Mommie is really tired.”
Instead of giving her a hard time, he climbed next to her and smiled. “I tired, too, MegAnn.”
She pulled him into her arms and kissed his forehead. “Then let’s sleep, so we’ll be nice and fresh when Daddy gets home.”
Smiling, he stilled and squeezed his eyes shut, affecting a loud snore. Meggie grinned at how easy her son had complied, wishing whatever ailed her would be as simple to fix.
Strains of Tchaikovsky floated to Johnnie through the
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