''I don't need your lecture,'' I say without turning around to look at my mother—who's probably going to start asking me about Hannah and the baby. Then, she's going to ask me about Emma.
''In fact, I don't need anything.'' I add, in anger.
My mother closes the door behind her a little bit too forceful—then, she begins to walk towards me with a frown in between her brows. Her face shows it all; she wants to be mad at me, probably scream and shout but she knows that I'm no longer a kid.
''What happened back in Australia? What happened to my son? I can't believe what I heard from her and that's why I want to hear it from you,'' She looks up at me—straight into my eyes.
''Look, mother. I don't want to be disrespectful but I need to be alone and you out of anyone would truly understand that,'' I say, walking out of the room to leave her standing there by herself as she sighs.
My heart aches to speak like that—but it hurts me more how I'm slowly losing everything. Before I can continue to walk down the hall, I immediately stop my steps as I see Hannah appearing from the stairs, her eyes meeting mine in an instant.
''Fucking hell,'' I mutter to myself.
I roll my eyes in annoyance as I make my way towards the other direction, ignoring her calling out my name because I don't need her here right now. I don't need her at all—she can just leave for all I care.
''Emery!'' She calls out, louder.
Just as I'm about to walk upstairs, I see Emma.
Both of her eyes are looking at me after glancing at someone behind me—Hannah. I don't waste a single second to look at Hannah because I just want to look at my wife; even though I see pain in her.
I can make her see and feel my sincerity in our marriage, our relationship. Emma and I are going to last until our last breaths,
She needs to learn her
close the bedroom door behind us as
You want to talk?'' Emma
turn to look at her; both eyes never leaving hers before glancing down at her stomach—the small bump showing which causes me
as I reduce the distance between us, ''Because there's a lot of things we need to talk about—we
doing here,
the baby is mine when it's not; I'm sure of it,''
so sure? She needs to get the paternity test done then we can be sure,'' She says, looking directly into my eyes and I nod; agreeing with her because I know that she's right. That's the only way for me, for us, to know whether the baby is mine
caress the side of her face, slowly making her close her eyes; showing how she's missing my touch and missing me
sorry, sweetheart.'' I
her arms around my neck. I give in by placing both
sorry, too.'' She replies,
even your fault,'' I breathe
behind her ear. ''What if the baby is yours?''
want to think
can't just look away
child—that's a confirmation but Hannah, she might or might not
with that, Emery.'' She
I ask,
baby bump—making me catch the tears that has fallen from her eyes. I can't help but see images of us with our child, capturing her or his first steps and first words; the beautiful face just like
Emery
''I don't need your lecture,'' I say without turning around to look at my mother—who's probably going to start asking me about Hannah and the baby. Then, she's going to ask me about Emma.
''In fact, I don't need anything.'' I add, in anger.
My mother closes the door behind her a little bit too forceful—then, she begins to walk towards me with a frown in between her brows. Her face shows it all; she wants to be mad at me, probably scream and shout but she knows that I'm no longer a kid.
''What happened back in Australia? What happened to my son? I can't believe what I heard from her and that's why I want to hear it from you,'' She looks up at me—straight into my eyes.
''Look, mother. I don't want to be disrespectful but I need to be alone and you out of anyone would truly understand that,'' I say, walking out of the room to leave her standing there by herself as she sighs.
My heart aches to speak like that—but it hurts me more how I'm slowly losing everything. Before I can continue to walk down the hall, I immediately stop my steps as I see Hannah appearing from the stairs, her eyes meeting mine in an instant.
''Fucking hell,'' I mutter to myself.
I roll my eyes in annoyance as I make my way towards the other direction, ignoring her calling out my name because I don't need her here right now. I don't need her at all—she can just leave for all I care.
''Emery!'' She calls out, louder.
Just as I'm about to walk upstairs, I see Emma.
Both of her eyes are looking at me after glancing at someone behind me—Hannah. I don't waste a single second to look at Hannah because I just want to look at my wife; even though I see pain in her.
I can make her see and feel my sincerity in our marriage, our relationship. Emma and I are going to last until our last breaths,
She needs to learn her
close the bedroom door behind us as
You want to talk?'' Emma
turn to look at her; both eyes never leaving hers before glancing down at her stomach—the small bump showing which causes me
as I reduce the distance between us, ''Because there's a lot of things we need to talk about—we
doing here,
the baby is mine when it's not; I'm sure of it,''
so sure? She needs to get the paternity test done then we can be sure,'' She says, looking directly into my eyes and I nod; agreeing with her because I know that she's right. That's the only way for me, for us, to know whether the baby is mine
caress the side of her face, slowly making her close her eyes; showing how she's missing my touch and missing me
sorry, sweetheart.'' I
her arms around my neck. I give in by placing both
sorry, too.'' She replies,
even your fault,'' I breathe
behind her ear. ''What if the baby is yours?''
want to think
can't just look away
child—that's a confirmation but Hannah, she might or might not
with that, Emery.'' She
I ask,
baby bump—making me catch the tears that has fallen from her eyes. I can't help but see images of us with our child, capturing her or his first steps and first words; the beautiful face just like