''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.
just so that I can make her see and feel my sincerity in our marriage, our relationship. Emma and I are going to
straight towards Emma and pull her by the hand—leading the way without glancing back at Hannah. She needs to learn her boundaries and she
the bedroom door behind us as
me guess. You want to talk?'' Emma
to look at her; both eyes never leaving hers before glancing down at her stomach—the small bump showing which causes me
distance between us, ''Because there's a lot of things we need to talk about—we need to understand each other
here, Emery?'' She asks
to think that the baby is mine when it's not; I'm
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
how she's missing my touch and missing me being close to her. We don't
sweetheart.'' I
my neck. I give in by placing both of my hands on her waist before slowly wrapping my arms around
sorry, too.'' She replies, snuggling
not even your fault,''
frowning as she avoids meeting my eyes before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ''What if the baby is yours?'' She asks, a simple yet complicated question that I don't
think about that, Emma.''
child could be yours and you can't run away from that if the baby is yours—you can't just look away and not think of your own child even if you don't love Hannah,'' She continues to speak, making my head ache
and thinking of her at the same time. Emma is carrying my child—that's a confirmation
with that, Emery.'' She breathes
I ask, completely
begins to hurt as she places both of her hands on the small 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 her or his
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.
just so that I can make her see and feel my sincerity in our marriage, our relationship. Emma and I are going to
straight towards Emma and pull her by the hand—leading the way without glancing back at Hannah. She needs to learn her boundaries and she
the bedroom door behind us as
me guess. You want to talk?'' Emma
to look at her; both eyes never leaving hers before glancing down at her stomach—the small bump showing which causes me
distance between us, ''Because there's a lot of things we need to talk about—we need to understand each other
here, Emery?'' She asks
to think that the baby is mine when it's not; I'm
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
how she's missing my touch and missing me being close to her. We don't
sweetheart.'' I
my neck. I give in by placing both of my hands on her waist before slowly wrapping my arms around
sorry, too.'' She replies, snuggling
not even your fault,''
frowning as she avoids meeting my eyes before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ''What if the baby is yours?'' She asks, a simple yet complicated question that I don't
think about that, Emma.''
child could be yours and you can't run away from that if the baby is yours—you can't just look away and not think of your own child even if you don't love Hannah,'' She continues to speak, making my head ache
and thinking of her at the same time. Emma is carrying my child—that's a confirmation
with that, Emery.'' She breathes
I ask, completely
begins to hurt as she places both of her hands on the small 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 her or his