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I don't know why I was here in bed with Mr. Winters. I'm supposed to be mad at him, but every time I look at him, all my anger melts away, and I see him. The person I fell in love with.
"Ignore him," Mr. Winters says softly, interrupting my thoughts.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, hoping he didn't hear my thoughts.
"If I know you, you're going to march out of here to confront August." Okay, he has me there, but I can ignore him.
"Who the hell invited him to live with us?! I could barely stand him when I was a teenager, but now he's going to live with me AND follow me everywhere when I'm a full-grown-ass adult?!" I spit out angrily. Mr. Winters looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I thought you invited him to stay with us. I was going with it because you insisted," I lift my head with my eyes full of anger.
"HE INVITED HIMSELF?!" I say, squeezing my knuckles tightly, turning them white. Mr. Winters lifts my head with his finger to look into his eyes.
"Ignore him," He says in a calm, soothing voice.
Something about the weakness in his smokey-blue eyes made him more vulnerable and irresistible to me. I smile and release my knuckles, knowing it's a side that no one else can see, but me. I lay my head on his chest.
I take a deep breath, listening to the Thump-Thump of Mr. Winters's heartbeat. The music starts getting louder as I try to focus on his heartbeat. I can't do this. I lift my head.
"Evangeline-" Mr. Winters says as I take off the covers and stomp madly out of the room and down the hall, into August's room.
"What the fuck are you doing blasting that damn music! It's fucking past midnight!" August turns from putting CDs on a shelf and smiles at me.
"I'm sorry, did I disturb your make-up sex?" August says. All I can see is the big visible bump on his forehead from pushing him down the stairs. I start laughing and pointing at his forehead.
"I can't take you fucking serious with that big ass bump on your head. DAMN, that thing is huger than Mississippi," August rolls his eyes as I laugh hard at my own joke.
"I wouldn't have this fucking bump if you didn't push me down the fucking stairs," Anger spit out of August's tone, and all I can do is laugh.
"You'll be fine. I had to see how strong you were since you were bragging about it. Plus, you would have done the same to me if I wasn't pregnant," August's anger turns into a smile, almost as if he was proud of me.
His laugh fills my ears. I haven't heard his laugh in years. It's indescribable to hear it again. I can't describe how much I've missed it, or even just to have him back in my life.
"I wouldn't have pushed you down the stairs, but if I did, I would have made sure there was more than one set of stairs," I smile, hoping it's a joke. The rude awakening of loud music filled my ears again as he turned up the volume.
"Turn that shit off!" I yell over the ear-splitting of the noise. August's laugh blends with the music.
"What's wrong with my music? Is it distracting you from your special make-up sex?" He says, repeating himself, trying to get an arouse out of me. I cross my arms and roll my eyes as it works.
"What the fuck you mean, make-up sex? Why the hell would we have make-up sex?! I'm pregnant. What would make you think we had sex?" I say, trying to sound angry. Augusts gives me a sly smirk like he knows something I don't.
"Please! Pregnant or not, you're still like me. Obsessed with sex," I choke on air.
"August! I'm nothing like you! What makes you think I would be obsessed with sex like you are?!" I say, trying to hold my composure from slapping him.
"I don't know," He says sarcastically, "Maybe it's because I know you're just like me. Or maybe it's because of the fact you were wearing a vibrator at the party, but I do know one thing. I'm always right." My eyes widen as my cheeks start to change shades.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, biting the inside of my cheeks nervously.
August doesn't know I was a virgin when I met Mr. Winters. In his mind, I had sex with Ni-, you know who, many times before and is addicted to it like him. I had forgotten all the teasing -you know who- told August about me, making August think we did a lot, but little does August know he's wrong. So wrong...
"Sure you don't. Like I said, you're just like me. Hell, I'd be surprised if you didn't use a vibrator," I swallow my pride in wanting to tell him off.
"How did you-" August smiles evilly.
"I have eyes everywhere, Evangeline," Fucking Violet and her loud mouth, "You think you can bring an electronic in the room without me detecting it?" My breath stops as I remember him scanning for electronics in the room with his phone. I clear my throat.
"Turn that fucking music off!" I say angrily as August grins, knowing I've been defeated.
"I don't think I will. In fact," He turns around, stops the music, and pulls out the CD from the mini stereo.
The ringing of music stays in my ears as he pulls out a CD from his stash. Oh, God, no. I say to myself as I read the blue Finger Eleven: Them Vs. You Vs. Me CD, "I think this is the perfect song to play," He plops the CD into the stereo and pushes the play button.
"I hold on so nervously and my drink, I wish it was coolin' me," August sings to the song as he stares at me, "Come one, Evangeline. I know this is your favorite." It is. It's the only song that can bring out the hoe in me as Charlotte would say.
I take a deep breath, stopping my finger from tapping to the beat of the music. I push pause on the CD, take it out, and urging everything power in me, snapping the CD in half.
"What the fuck! My CD! You bitch!" I calm my body language and smile.
"Sorry, August, but I won't allow that kind of music in my life anymore. For the better of my and Mr. Winters's child, I don't want that kind of music in my house. I want our child to have a better fucking life than what we had."
"Bull fucking shit! It's better than the fucking music in your damn playlist right now! I know what this is fucking about. You're trying to make that child into a rich little snob, just like you've turned," Before I knew it, my hand struck August's face.
"You want to start a fucking fight because pregnant or not, I'm not going to fucking hold back," August says with a deep tone.
"Bring it on!" I lift my fist, seeing August in the fighting position, and before I can swing a hit, a pair of strong arms wrap around me, backing me away from August.
"Let me go!" I yell.
August waves bye to me while Mr. Winters carries me out of August's room and into ours. He lets go of me and closes the door behind him.
"I told you to fucking ignore him, and now look, you're about to start a fight with him!" Mr. Winters says as I turn towards him, crossing my arms.
"I wasn't about to start a fight, I-"
"So, slapping August and telling him to bring it on isn't starting a fight?!" His voice enraged, interrupting me. I look away, regretful.
"Even though August pisses you off, you can't keep trying to start fights with him when you're pregnant!" He was right. He's always right. Damn, his devilish righteousness.
"You're right," I say in a low sad voice, "I just-" I exhale a breath of air, "I was just so angry."
"I know, when you're angry, you want to fight. I guess a bit of me rubbed off on you," Mr. Winters says, chuckling. I look at him, seeing his glorious smile. God, that smile makes my whole body calm.
My smile fades as I realize something. I'm seeing Cole's smile. His smile... His SMILE! No mask.
"Did you walk into August's room without your mask?" Mr. Winters grins as he walks past me toward the bed.
"Hmm, I guess I did," He says as he gets into our bed, "Maybe a slight bit of you is rubbing off on me," I smile at his words as I get into bed, laying next to him and looking into his eyes.
My eyes start to close as the words repeat in my mind.
Maybe a slight bit of you is rubbing off on me.
A sudden rush of anxiety flows through my blood as I hear the sound of vomiting coming from the bathroom, causing me to rush upwards in bed. I lift off the covers and quietly walk to the door of the bathroom.
I stand by the bathroom door with my arm wrapped around myself, hearing his vomiting noise mixed with agonizing moans of distress and pain. Something inside of me squeezes my heart every time I hear his moan after vomiting. It was like a repeat rhythm of vomiting, painful moans, and then rest with heavy breathing you can visibly almost hear from the door and more vomiting. I lift my shaky hand to form a fist and place a small knock on the door.
"Are you okay?" Silence filled the room as no answer appeared. I open the door, revealing a Mr. Winters sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the toilet with his eyes closed and his face paler than ever.
"Honey, you don't look so good. I think we need to take you to the E.R." Mr. Winters's breathing comes back as he opens his eyes, staring at me with pain-filled eyes.
"No... emergency rooms," He breathes out, barely able to keep his composure together, not wanting to vomit in front of me.
"Quit trying to act tough. You're sick," I walk toward him and kneel on my knees against the wall next to him, "Like it or not, I'm here to take care of you. For better or worse, I'm going to be your wife, and in sickness and health, it is my duty to take care of you," A breakable, relaxed smile forms on Mr. Winters's face.
I sit on my calves and grab his shoulders, pulling his frail structure close to me. I lay his head on my chest as I stroke his soft hair. He closes his eyes while he breathes my scent in and out deeply as his warm breath hits the side of my boob.
"I've been thinking," I bite my lip nervously on how he's going to react, "I think you need to rest tomorrow."
"I told you, I can't-"
"Hold on. I'm not finished explaining. I think you should rest while I go to work and do your work, and mine," Mr. Winters lifts his head. A line crosses down, between his eyebrows as he looks at me with wide eyes.
"Are you mad? Even if what happened yesterday didn't happen, there's no way in hell I would let you do my work. It's too stressful and too much to put on you. I won't allow you to be in a situation where you can lose the baby again. So, no. I'll suck it up and deal with it," He slowly while standing up.
His head wobbles back and forth as he stands for two seconds before he crashes, hitting his head on the sink's corner before falling onto the ground..
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-End Of Chapter 66-
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Credits To Song: Finger Eleven- Paralyzer
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