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Authors: Silla Webb
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beat, rainbows and butterflies kinda gal that she is, she assures me that it will all work out and to stow my emotions until they’re needed. Easy as that? Sure Sis, you know who the twins’ daddy is!
At eight thirty sharp, I hear the roaring rumble of Colton’s Silverado pulling up the driveway. My heart immediately begins to pound against my chest, just knowing that my fate could be walking up the porch steps within minutes, then turning his back forever. When I open the door to let Colton in, I see that he is just as much a mess as I am. He walks inside taking a seat on the couch. He doesn’t even bother with hugs or kisses which is unlike him, and gives me cause to worry about this night even more. He’s keeping me at arm’s length, but why? I’m used to Colton smothering me with love, his hands constantly in contact with my body when we are together, so his distance worries me.
“I thought you were bringing dinner?” I ask, as I pull my knees up into my chest, nestling myself into the corner of the couch. He sighs, as he rub s his chin. He looks over at me with a nervous grin.
“Figured we’d order something. Don’t really know how you’re handling food right now.”
“No worries. I’m not really hungry anyways.”
“What have you eat en today?” I roll my eyes up, and fall into deep thought for just a second before answering him.
“Grapes.”
“That’s all? You gotta eat, Carly Jo. Damn it, the baby needs nutrition! If you ain’t gettin’ nutrition, how do you expect it to live?” He barks at me with a thunderous tone.
“Okay, chill out. Damn, I had a busy day, and I don’t have an appetite. I’m tak ing pre-natal vitamins, and I eat when I’m hungry. So back the hell up.” I shriek. My nerves are tattered enough without him bitchin’ at me. This evening is gonna go to hell in a hand basket, quick. He scrubs his hands roughly against his face, then reaches out to me. I scoot closer to him, but keep a distance between us. He lifts my hand to his mouth, peppering kisses across my knuckles, batting his long silky eyelashes at me.
“I’ve missed ya, darlin’.” He smiles sincerely. I muster up a smile that doesn’t me et my eyes, and lay my head against his chest. The awkward tension about the room is unnerving. Almost as if we’re both afraid of what’s to come, but we know something painful is just beyond the bend. Colton decides to order a pizza and we make small talk while we wait for the delivery.
“What day is your appoin tment? I think I wrote it on the calendar on my desk at work. I wanna go with ya.”
“Uhm, I go back in two weeks though, so maybe you can go then.” He leans up bracing his elbows on his knees, looking over at me with a cocked eye brow; a look that tells me he’s pissed.
“W ait, what? You already had an appointment?” He shakes his head in disbelief. I nod. “Why didn’t you tell me? I really wanted to be there for you, Carly Jo.” He says, disappointment flashing across his eyes.
“I was nervous, and just wanted to be alone for my first appointment. I really didn ’t know what to expect.” I say chewing on the bottom of my lip. Colton sits quietly for a few minutes, staring off into oblivion.
“What’ d the doctor say? Everything look alright?” He asks.
“Ev erything is okay. I’m eight weeks along. The expected due date is September 6 th .” Colton looks over to me and nods, remaining silent. He is acting eerily odd, like something is bothering him. The door-bell rings, interrupting our conversation. Colton pays the delivery guy, then brings the pizza to the coffee table before going to the kitchen for drinks. We eat in silence, Colton keeping a close eye on me. I manage to get down one slice before the grease laden dough begins to knot my stomach. When Colton see’s that I’m finished, he speaks up.
“Carly Jo, I’ve learned a lot over these last few months. I know t hat smotherin’ ya only pushes you away more, so
At eight thirty sharp, I hear the roaring rumble of Colton’s Silverado pulling up the driveway. My heart immediately begins to pound against my chest, just knowing that my fate could be walking up the porch steps within minutes, then turning his back forever. When I open the door to let Colton in, I see that he is just as much a mess as I am. He walks inside taking a seat on the couch. He doesn’t even bother with hugs or kisses which is unlike him, and gives me cause to worry about this night even more. He’s keeping me at arm’s length, but why? I’m used to Colton smothering me with love, his hands constantly in contact with my body when we are together, so his distance worries me.
“I thought you were bringing dinner?” I ask, as I pull my knees up into my chest, nestling myself into the corner of the couch. He sighs, as he rub s his chin. He looks over at me with a nervous grin.
“Figured we’d order something. Don’t really know how you’re handling food right now.”
“No worries. I’m not really hungry anyways.”
“What have you eat en today?” I roll my eyes up, and fall into deep thought for just a second before answering him.
“Grapes.”
“That’s all? You gotta eat, Carly Jo. Damn it, the baby needs nutrition! If you ain’t gettin’ nutrition, how do you expect it to live?” He barks at me with a thunderous tone.
“Okay, chill out. Damn, I had a busy day, and I don’t have an appetite. I’m tak ing pre-natal vitamins, and I eat when I’m hungry. So back the hell up.” I shriek. My nerves are tattered enough without him bitchin’ at me. This evening is gonna go to hell in a hand basket, quick. He scrubs his hands roughly against his face, then reaches out to me. I scoot closer to him, but keep a distance between us. He lifts my hand to his mouth, peppering kisses across my knuckles, batting his long silky eyelashes at me.
“I’ve missed ya, darlin’.” He smiles sincerely. I muster up a smile that doesn’t me et my eyes, and lay my head against his chest. The awkward tension about the room is unnerving. Almost as if we’re both afraid of what’s to come, but we know something painful is just beyond the bend. Colton decides to order a pizza and we make small talk while we wait for the delivery.
“What day is your appoin tment? I think I wrote it on the calendar on my desk at work. I wanna go with ya.”
“Uhm, I go back in two weeks though, so maybe you can go then.” He leans up bracing his elbows on his knees, looking over at me with a cocked eye brow; a look that tells me he’s pissed.
“W ait, what? You already had an appointment?” He shakes his head in disbelief. I nod. “Why didn’t you tell me? I really wanted to be there for you, Carly Jo.” He says, disappointment flashing across his eyes.
“I was nervous, and just wanted to be alone for my first appointment. I really didn ’t know what to expect.” I say chewing on the bottom of my lip. Colton sits quietly for a few minutes, staring off into oblivion.
“What’ d the doctor say? Everything look alright?” He asks.
“Ev erything is okay. I’m eight weeks along. The expected due date is September 6 th .” Colton looks over to me and nods, remaining silent. He is acting eerily odd, like something is bothering him. The door-bell rings, interrupting our conversation. Colton pays the delivery guy, then brings the pizza to the coffee table before going to the kitchen for drinks. We eat in silence, Colton keeping a close eye on me. I manage to get down one slice before the grease laden dough begins to knot my stomach. When Colton see’s that I’m finished, he speaks up.
“Carly Jo, I’ve learned a lot over these last few months. I know t hat smotherin’ ya only pushes you away more, so
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