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I’ve offered repeatedly to move her into a suite
of rooms here but she always refuses. Even though you would have gone
to a much better run public school if you were in this neighborhood.”
“ Hey!
There was absolutely nothing wrong with the school I went to,”
she protested.
“ Oh
yeah? Didn’t you have a weapons check at the door?” he
asked with a slightly superior raised eyebrow.
“ Welcome
to America bitch.”
Max snorted and opened
his mouth to reply when Martha walked in. “What seems to be the
problem?” she asked.
“ Nothing;
Chris wants you,” Max said sweeping his hand in her direction.
Christine grinned
nervously at Martha. “Hey,” she said with a small wave.
Martha walked toward her and put her hand on her forehead, pulling
her head forward to rest on Martha’s stomach.
“ Poor
baby, you’re scared out of your wits aren’t you? Don’t
worry, everything will be alright,” she said as she smoothed
Christine’s hair over and over. Christine buried her head in
her grandmother’s softness and exhaled.
*****
The doctor did an
ultrasound so they could see that the little bundle of cells was
currently busy exploring its environment and looking not at all moved
that its host had had an accident but a few hours before.
“ I
mean of course you have to take better care and I would strongly
advise if possible, that you avoid ladders and other risky activities
especially for the next three months but otherwise, I think you’re
doing well. And the baby is doing well.”
“ Right.
Thank you Dr. Mulholland,” Christine said. She realized her
hand was enveloped by Max’ and they were clinging tightly to
each other as the doctor gave the verdict. She couldn’t hate
though. This had been more nerve wracking than she’d imagined.
“ My
nerves are wracked,” she said to him as they walked to
reception to set up their next appointment.
“ Mmmhmm,”
Max replied absentmindedly. Christine peered curiously at him,
wondering at the sudden distance but didn’t say anything
because they were at reception and he was busy scheduling their next
appointment.
“ I’ll
call Stevens to come around to the entrance,” she told him as
she lifted her phone to her ear. It was a testament to how worried
he’d been that he’d had Stevens drive them to the
appointment. He usually enjoyed driving and usually only used Stevens
for official company business. But today, he’d sat in the back
holding Christine’s hand and making jokes about the poor kid
having no chance to grow up as a girl’s girl, what with her
tomboy of a mom and a dad in the car business.
“ Don’t
stereotype us,” she’d protested making him laugh.
Maybe
he’d sat in the back to calm her down and not because he was anxious….Christine didn’t
like to think about how much they were behaving like they were a
couple or something. It was just…misleading and they should
stop. If they were to have a marriage of convenience, there should be
rules and regulations. He couldn’t just run his hands down her
back and make her feel things and then hold her hand as if he cared
for her. That wasn’t…what they agreed.
Christine walked toward
the clinic doorway to wait for the car there. When she saw the black
Bentley rounding the corner she walked toward it without waiting to
see if Max was with her. They needed to stop the whole ‘joined
at the hip’ vibe that she was beginning to get; before it
became a problem. Stevens came around to open the door for her,
studying her curiously as if he wanted to ask what all that was about
but not sure about their boundaries. She hadn’t interacted much
with him in the past. He was just the driver who was usually
downstairs in the garage with the cars; polishing them or maintaining
them or whatever it was he did. They might exchange cordial nods if
they ran into each other but that was it. She smiled tentatively at
him, not wanting him to think…she didn’t know what she
didn’t want him to
of rooms here but she always refuses. Even though you would have gone
to a much better run public school if you were in this neighborhood.”
“ Hey!
There was absolutely nothing wrong with the school I went to,”
she protested.
“ Oh
yeah? Didn’t you have a weapons check at the door?” he
asked with a slightly superior raised eyebrow.
“ Welcome
to America bitch.”
Max snorted and opened
his mouth to reply when Martha walked in. “What seems to be the
problem?” she asked.
“ Nothing;
Chris wants you,” Max said sweeping his hand in her direction.
Christine grinned
nervously at Martha. “Hey,” she said with a small wave.
Martha walked toward her and put her hand on her forehead, pulling
her head forward to rest on Martha’s stomach.
“ Poor
baby, you’re scared out of your wits aren’t you? Don’t
worry, everything will be alright,” she said as she smoothed
Christine’s hair over and over. Christine buried her head in
her grandmother’s softness and exhaled.
*****
The doctor did an
ultrasound so they could see that the little bundle of cells was
currently busy exploring its environment and looking not at all moved
that its host had had an accident but a few hours before.
“ I
mean of course you have to take better care and I would strongly
advise if possible, that you avoid ladders and other risky activities
especially for the next three months but otherwise, I think you’re
doing well. And the baby is doing well.”
“ Right.
Thank you Dr. Mulholland,” Christine said. She realized her
hand was enveloped by Max’ and they were clinging tightly to
each other as the doctor gave the verdict. She couldn’t hate
though. This had been more nerve wracking than she’d imagined.
“ My
nerves are wracked,” she said to him as they walked to
reception to set up their next appointment.
“ Mmmhmm,”
Max replied absentmindedly. Christine peered curiously at him,
wondering at the sudden distance but didn’t say anything
because they were at reception and he was busy scheduling their next
appointment.
“ I’ll
call Stevens to come around to the entrance,” she told him as
she lifted her phone to her ear. It was a testament to how worried
he’d been that he’d had Stevens drive them to the
appointment. He usually enjoyed driving and usually only used Stevens
for official company business. But today, he’d sat in the back
holding Christine’s hand and making jokes about the poor kid
having no chance to grow up as a girl’s girl, what with her
tomboy of a mom and a dad in the car business.
“ Don’t
stereotype us,” she’d protested making him laugh.
Maybe
he’d sat in the back to calm her down and not because he was anxious….Christine didn’t
like to think about how much they were behaving like they were a
couple or something. It was just…misleading and they should
stop. If they were to have a marriage of convenience, there should be
rules and regulations. He couldn’t just run his hands down her
back and make her feel things and then hold her hand as if he cared
for her. That wasn’t…what they agreed.
Christine walked toward
the clinic doorway to wait for the car there. When she saw the black
Bentley rounding the corner she walked toward it without waiting to
see if Max was with her. They needed to stop the whole ‘joined
at the hip’ vibe that she was beginning to get; before it
became a problem. Stevens came around to open the door for her,
studying her curiously as if he wanted to ask what all that was about
but not sure about their boundaries. She hadn’t interacted much
with him in the past. He was just the driver who was usually
downstairs in the garage with the cars; polishing them or maintaining
them or whatever it was he did. They might exchange cordial nods if
they ran into each other but that was it. She smiled tentatively at
him, not wanting him to think…she didn’t know what she
didn’t want him to
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