Chapter 5: Pregnancy Chronicles

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The Pregnancy Chronicles

Chapter 5

“Are you feeling better?” came the hesitant question from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yes,” Haley mumbled sadly only to sniffle as she hugged the large folded towel in her arms against her chest.

That was followed by releasing a shuddering breath, another sniffle, and a small, barely noticeable sob that had her biting back a groan because this was getting ridiculous. She had no idea why she was crying or how to stop it. She wasn’t upset or sad, not after she’d managed to spend the day tormenting her husband, Haley thought as a smile began to play on her lips only to end on a sob.

“Do you want company?” Jason asked as she raised the towel in her arms and buried her face against it with another mumbled, “No.”

There was a pause and then, “I made you something.”

With a sniffle, she lowered the towel. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to come out and see,” Jason said as she sat there, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she debated whether it was worth the risk by leaving her sanctuary.

Probably not, Haley thought a moment later with a sniffle as she returned to hugging her towel while she waited for the disturbing need to sob hysterically to pass.

“Are you coming out?”

“No,” she said around a sniffle.

“I see…” he murmured, sounding thoughtful before asking, “Can I come in there?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Haley admitted as she reached up and pushed her glasses back up her nose, sniffled, dropped her hand and was forced to bite her lip when the damn thing began trembling.

“Would it help if I told you that the kids went to Trevor’s for the night and that we had the house to ourselves?” he asked as she reached over and pulled the box of Kleenexes that weren’t going to last the night onto the floor next to her so that she could blow her nose.

“My babies left me?” Haley mumbled sadly, unable to stop her bottom lip from trembling this time.

She loved her children, she thought with a sniffle, so much.

“Only because they knew how much I wanted to be with you,” Jason said smoothly, somewhat appeasing the hormonal pregnant woman within her.

“I miss them,” Haley mumbled sadly as the tears started up again and this time, there was no hope of stopping them.

There was a muttered curse from the other side of the door, and then, it was opening right around the time that Haley decided that now was a good time to bury her face in her towel again. Decision made, and several sniffles later, she had the towel pressed back against her face as she struggled to stop crying and-

“God, this is so good,” Jason said around a groan that had her frowning against her towel.

That was followed by another groan and a, “So good,” that had her slowly lowering her towel to find her husband sitting across her devouring a plate of barbecue chicken and the potato salad that she’d made earlier to torment him. When he put his plate down so that he could help himself to the glass of ice-cold lemonade that she’d put in the refrigerator to chill this morning, her eyes darted back down to the plate of barbecue chicken that had her stomach rumbling.

“I like barbecue chicken,” Haley found herself mumbling as she licked her lips hungrily.

“Do you?” Jason asked with a considering look as he placed the glass of lemonade back down on the floor and-

“Mine,” Haley bit out viciously in warning as she grabbed the plate and hugged it against her chest while she narrowed her eyes on him, giving him the only warning that he would get if he so much as looked at her food.

 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to “Chapter 5: Pregnancy Chronicles”

  1. Avatar Amalia says:

    Serves him right for getting her placed on bed rest. I hope she eats all the food she made to torment him without sharing a single morsel.

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