Author's Note: Here we have it; the sequel to Glow. I honestly had given up hope of ever writing this, but reading through the reviews left on Glow encouraged me, and I finally came up with this first chapter.
Not totally sure where this is going, so just nod your head and pretend it makes sense as we go along.
This is written in the same drabble-style of Glow. Oh, if you haven't read Glow, it might be a good idea to.
Feedback? Yes please.
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She was talking to him, strings of words that somehow made no sense. How strange it sounded, the words running into each other, endlessly, ceaselessly. John wished she would stop. His head was starting to ache.
"John," she said suddenly, more sharply. "Are you listening to me?"
He looked at her across the table in his kitchen. Dull dark eyes were watching him closely. He drained his drink and placed the glass on the wood before answering. "My head hurts, Angela. Can't you just deal with everything?"
She sighed, rising from her chair. "Do you want so little to do with our wedding?"
"I'm just not good with things like this, you know that."
She smiled, taking his glass to the sink and rinsing it. He looked at the small swell of her stomach, and cringed at the thought of what was inside it. His. "I think I'm going to go to bed now," she said. Still with a silly, dreamy smile on her face, she kissed John on the forehead and went into the bedroom.
John closed his eyes.
