Chapter 9: The burden of Three Weeks
It was only five in morning, yet Martin couldn't go back to sleep. He was lying in bed wide awake thinking about the situation he got himself in. He only had one more hour before their alarm would go off.
Martin got up quietly because he did not want to disturb Samantha. However, Sam was wide awake too. She was concerned that her husband left the bedroom. Ever since Sam told him that she was pregnant, he was acting different.
Martin walked into the kitchen to poor him some water. However, his eyes got distracted when he saw one of his wedding photos. He remembered how happy he was when got married. He felt that he was the luckiest guy in the world.
Nevertheless, he couldn't get Joey's voice out of his head. Joey made Martin think about his life in a different perspective. Was he really ready to be father when he wasn't in a committed marriage?
"Hey?" Samantha voice startled Martin.
"Hey? What are you doing awake?" He wondered.
"I couldn't sleep." She stated.
"Yeah me too." Martin said tiredly.
Samantha sat down next to Martin and asked, "Is something wrong, Martin?"
"Why would say that?" He whispered.
"Because ever since I told you about the baby, I've noticed that quite frequently you've been waking up in the middle of the night." She explained.
"It's no big deal." He said hastily.
"Martin, that was three weeks ago… Is there something you want to tell me?" She reminded.
"It's just…" Martin faded off, "It's nothing."
"Martin… I'm here listening to you." Sam begged.
Martin wanted to tell Sam about Joey. He felt so guilty and all he wanted to do was confess. But precisely as he was going to tell her, his cell phone rang.
"That's probably work?" Sam assumed, "I'm going back to bed, but when you're ready to talk, I'm here Martin."
Ever since Samantha told Martin that she was pregnant, she felt as if she was Hercules giving the world back to Atlas. She didn't have to worry about anything, but she felt as if she handed the burden to Martin.
At the end of his work day, Martin was stressed out. The case did not end in the way he hoped. One of the worst parts of his job was that he didn't have anyone one to talk to. It wasn't like he could go home and causally talk to Sam about it. He wouldn't give her that burden, but Martin hated bottling things inside.
"Hey, you should go home," Jack suggested, "I'm sure Sam needs you."
"Yeah." Martin agreed, but he didn't want to go home. After Jack left, he realized that he wanted to talk to someone.
"He's right." Danny noted, "It's a hard day and you should talk to you wife."
Everyone kept on saying that, but for some reason, he did want to talk to Sam. She wouldn't understand. She wouldn't be able to help him.
He needed to talk to someone who would understand him… Immediately, he knew who he wanted to talk to. He hopped out his seat and rushed out the building.
Martin, who was filled with hope, walked into the memorable bar. He gazed around and immediately he found Joey.
"Hey." He walked to her.
"Hey." Joey said without looking at him.
"Um. So when do you get off?" Martin asked politely.
"Why...? I'm really angry at you. I liked you and then you completely blew me off." She handed someone their drinks. "I'm not falling for that again." She began to walk away.
"I really liked you..." He said but then he corrected himself, "I still like you."
She turned around and said, "Could have fooled me."
"Can we just talk?" He asked.
"Give me one reason?" Joey ordered.
He barely said anything; he just looked at her and whispered, "Please".
"I've got ten minutes until I'm off for the day… Can you wait?" She wondered.
"As long as it takes." He declared.
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