I finish fixing Jerol's tie after breakfast as he is setting off for work. Life has to go on despite everything. Basically, time is not on our side at all. We are being chased real bad by the desire to unravel the secrets behind this mysterious return of this bitch and her lover, and the desire for freedom and our happy ever after as well. We are on the race - the race to our freedom and happiness!
Honestly, I never speculated that I would ever find myself in a race against time and myself. I feel like there is a lot I need to do in this, and that too, as soon as possible. It feels like it's not only time that is running after us, but danger too if we slumber. I may be right, or I may be wrong, but those are my sentiments. And, isn't there a phrase that states that you should always take serious note of your instincts? The feeling is strong. So strong!
The problem is, we still don't know what is at stake - what we stand to lose, and that is the most worrying feeling ever.
On the way, Jerol will pass by the hospital with Ellie to give a DNA sample. The test will be conducted after the baby is done, so I am wondering, how will I cope with this bitch for two whole months?
Worse, she said she wants to go to the hospital with Jerol too for a check up. The thought of them sitting together in the car is giving me bad chills, but I have to suppress my jealousy and act like a sophisticated understanding wife. I do not want to seem like a jealous insecure wife who can't trust even her own husband. But deep inside, my heart is in flames with insecurities.
"Are you okay?" Jerol asks after presumably, catching a sense of my weird lull.
"Yes. I am okay." I lie.
He doesn't need to know the kind of sentiments amounting inside of me. I can't be another reason for his worries and concerns. He needs a loving and understanding wife right now, not some insecure wife.
"You can come with us, love. You and I can proceed to the office after." He says, hugging my shoulders.
"Why would I come with you? We agreed I will stay back and take care of things here." I state, faking a smile that is so damn obvious that it is faked.
"You should know by now, my love, that I know you so well. This whole Ellie issue is stroking your sweet ass so bad and no matter how much you try, you can not conceal it from me." He states.
Yeah! It always slips my mind that I am like an open book to him. He reads me so well.
"I will be fine. Don't worry. But hey, you better make sure you two stay metres apart even in the car. I do not want you any close to that bitch!" I warn. My insecurities could not just stay in their lockbox anymore.
He smirks broadly.
"You look so cute like this, my sweet jealous wife." He teases, slightly pinching my cheeks while I am boiling inside with mounted anger.
Must be the gestation mood swings acting up. Normally, I would be smiling with him right now. But heck, I at the moment feel like tears are about to fall.
"I am serious, Jerol! You get even a metre close to her and I will kill her!" I sob, and his smirks stops as he embarks on drying my tears.
Ooh, me! Is it not too early for my moods to be kicking in soo bad? Gosh! Is this how emotional and sentimental I'm gonna be for nine freaking months? My goodness! I gotcha get a hold of myself before I am crowned the most emotional pregnant woman of the century!
Mental eyes roll!
"I assure you, love, that I have no interests in that woman whatsoever aside from finding the identity of the baby. I will keep my distance. I will not even look at her the whole time. We can even go in separate cars if that will put you at more ease." Jerol consoles.
That sounds like an incredible option, but I also do not want to give this witch the feeling that I am insecure about my husband. She should not know that she is a threat to this love at all.
"Would you do that if I ask you to?" I ask.
"Anything for my beautiful wife. Just say the word." He assures me, and I know he can do that and much much more just for me.
"There is no need. I have absolute faith and trust in my husband. Just do not let that bitch get into you, okay?" I say.
"I promise. Are you okay now? Will you be okay? You do not want to come?" He asks, and I had to place a finger on his lips before he goes berserk with worries.
"I am fine, love. I will be fine." I affirm.
"Alright." He says, planting uncountable kisses on my face before parking his sugar lips on mine.
I think I will be swimming in a romantic mood today, huh? I feel so hot.
"I will go get her." I say after a long kiss that will definitely keep a cheesy grin on my face the whole day, and probably my face will be this rosy throughout too.
"Wait! Don't be mean?" He pulls me back, confusion cloaking the smile I had on.
"Mean?" I implore.
"Mmh. From now on, everything will be doubled. My love." He kisses my lips, and lowers his head while I stand and stare in awe. "My care." I swallow a moan as he plants a wet kiss on my neck. Dang! "My protection and everything." He plants another one on my chest, and then he goes down on his knees, caging my waist in his strong loving arms and burying his face on my belly. My hands automatically drift to the back of his head, holding him still as he showers my belly with kisses. "For my two most beautiful treasures - you, and my baby!" He whispers after kisses, lifting up his bright countenance to meet my brimming one.
My baby should know that it will have the best daddy in the whole world. Ain't my baby and I the luckiest souls on earth? No doubt at all. We are!
"If you pamper me like this then I think I want to be pregnant all our lives." I tease, helping him up.
"Are you saying I wasn't romantic before?" He quizzes.
"No. But this is too much, and I am getting addicted to it." I whimper.
"Well, you haven't seen anything yet. I will intoxicate you with love until you will know no any other phrase aside from love, and Jerol O'Brian McCall!" He says, and flashes a magical wink before capturing my lips once again.
That is so cheesy! And conny! But, I would love to experience that. Where my world will encompass him only. Well, that is the case already because, who else do I have aside from him and our baby? No one, yet I feel so happy, complete, and contented this way. We just have to get rid of the obstacles before us and we can dive deep into our own world.
"Go and get that bitch before I forget I am needed at the office." He whispers when we pull away, and I turn to avert his beautiful bottomless orbs before I also forget that there are more important things we need to take care of now aside from pleasuring ourselves.
"Okay." I whimper as I stroll outside.
There will come a time to quell these desires, however, whenever, and wherever they arise. Soon.
Getting to Ellie's room which is on the second floor, I heave in and out a good amount of air to summon my cool and knock on the door as gently as I can. That is if this can even be termed as gentle. I am afraid this bitch turns me into a different person.
Like now, why isn't she answering the door? Did she leave already or what?
I push the door open since it is not locked. I saunter inside, and guess what? The preposterous bitch is just laying on her back on the bed scrolling through her phone. There is no music or any noise here, so she most definitely heard the unceasing bangings on the door. She just ignored them.
I angrily slam the door shut behind me, walking close to her bed but keeping a distance in between.
"Didn't you hear me knocking on the door?" I implore.
"I did." She responds, not lifting her wicked face to look at me nor showing any intentions of doing so.
I cruise my eyes on her body from her jagged unkept hair to her night pyjamas up to the tip of her toes. It means she came straight to bed after breakfast instead of getting ready for the hospital.
"Shouldn't you be ready for the hospital?" I implore, nursing a bad feeling inside.
"I'm not going!" She brats out, jerking herself up and planting her butt comfortably on the bed, leaning her back on the arm of the bed for support as she shifts her attention to me.
She what?
"Why?" I ask, confused.
"I am not feeling too well. You know, pregnancy mood swings, and a headache." She starts massaging her temple with one hand, the other caressing her usual spot - the belly bump.
This straight mischievous face. The way she is looking at me. Who is she fooling?
"Shouldn't that be more reasons to go to the hospital?" I ask.
"No, you dumb fool!" She yells. Her headache probably stopped abruptly because her hand plunges from her temple. Plus, the vigor she is yelling at does not suit even a non-pregnant woman, not to talk of a person nursing a headache. "These are day-to-day symptoms of a pregnant woman! Are you even pregnant because you seem damn clueless?" She fumes.
She is not sick. Definitely not. She is faking this and I can not be mistaken. She must be up to something. Her stay here is up to no good. Everything is so fishy. She has a motive here. I need to dig out what she and that Grego guy are up to and expose her as soon as possible.
Before I could respond, a slight knock on the door echoes and I walk to the door to see who it is.
Opening the door, Jerol's impatient figure greets me.
"What is happening? Isn't she ready?" He quizzes, and I do him the honors of letting him in. Perhaps he can prove my instincts wrong. Maybe I am misreading her idioms and her actions. "What is wrong with her?"
I snap quickly to his voice to see why he is disturbed after shutting the door. He can't be fooled so ea...si...ly...
What happened?!
Wondering what happened? Well, magically, the drama queen is tucked under the duvet wearing a very sickening face. She is hugging the duvet tight, and even faking shivers. Look at that, and tell me I have no grounds whatsoever to doubt and scorn this bitch!
Wasn't she so full of energy a minute ago? Her alleged pain and discomforts were as clear as day faked. Why does she now look like she is dying? Holly fuck! If I didn't see her a minute ago, I would have fallen victim to her shenanigans.
"Ellie?" Jerol calls with worry, but I am glad he is not considering touching her.
"I'm sorry, Jerol. I do not feel too well. Please, can we...go...to the... Hospital tomorrow? Please?"
Ooh, poor thing! She is even shaking so much from the pain to the point of stammering! Screw this cunning bitch!
"We should probably take you to the hospital." Jerol states.
"It's...not necessary. This is so normal in pregnancy." Of course, it's not necessary because it's all fake, bitch! "I will inform your wife if I feel the need to see a doc."
Hello? Who again? Me?
I was to snap at her, but I got hooked by Jerol's gaze. He must be asking if I am okay with this and if I am not gonna play a weakling. No! I will play this bitch's game.
"Go to work, love. I will look after her." I say to my husband.
"Ask someone else to do that, love. You need rest." Jerol says, and I don't want to argue.
"Alright. Please call Terry for me on your way out. I will just...look after her until Terry comes in." I say, throwing a murderous glare at this witch through the corners of my eyes.
"Alright. Take care and call me in case of anything, okay?" He queries.
"I will. You take care, love." I plead, feeling like a part of me is leaving me.
"I will. I love you." He says, kissing my lips, not minding this witch, and neither do I care.
"I love you too." I respond back, and escort him to the door.
"See you." He says before walking out, and I flash him a smile.
Closing the door after he vanishes from my sight, I turn to this cunning devil. She needs to explain what this show is all about.