2 Weeks Later
"Why are you acting weird?" I asked. All day, he's been bugging me. He won't let me out of the house!
"I just want you to lay down and relax," he said innocently.
"This is my house, too," I said. Who is he to say I shouldn't go outside? I wanted to sit down and listen to some music with my daughter, but no, that's wrong for some unknown reason.
"Clare, just... please," he said.
Oh, God, what was he hiding? Did he wreck the outside bricks? Ruin my garden? What was he hiding?!
"What do you have to hide?" I asked.
"I'm not hiding anything," he said. All the signs were there... he was cheating.
"You keep leaving the house for no reason. You are insisting I stay stuck in here!" I crossed my arms. "Who are you meeting?" I asked.
"Who do you think I have to meet?" he asked. Oh my God, he is cheating.
"Answering a question with a question," I said.
"Who did you meet? Who are you running around with?" I asked just as Glen walked in.
He gave me the worst confused face ever.
"What do you mean?!" he asked. We were practially yelling at each other now.
I got closer so that I could whisper and that way Glen couldn't hear.
"Who are you fucking?" I asked.
A smug look came on his face. His jaw dropped, his eyebrows went up, he ran his toungue along the inside of his lip. He chuckled, which turned into a laugh. What the hell was so funny?! What 'Californian babe' was he screwing around with?!
"What the hell is so funny?" I asked, back to shouting.
"You think I'm cheating?" he asked ever so smuggly.
"Yeah. I do, and it's not funny! Who is she?" I asked after a second.
He walked up closer so that we were almost touching.
"I would just tell her," Glen said, turning around while he walked back out... with his tool box?
"Why does he have a tool box?" I asked. Oh shit, he's cheating and he messed the house up.
"What did you do?" I asked, my stare returning to him.
"I thought I did something nice," he said after a moment, a smile still on his face.
He walked away from me in mid argument and went over to the book shelf and grabbed a camcorder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled.
He already had it rolling in the blink of an eye.
"I have to record this moment... maybe Fiona will watch it when she get's older," he said, walking back over to me.
"Watch what? Watch you admit to cheating on me and you fucking up the house?" I yelled.
"Okay, maybe in a few decades we will show this to her..." he said.
"This isn't funny, put it away," I said.
"No. I want to record this so I can see your face over and over again after I tell you this news," he said.
I did nothing but yell at him for the longest time, while he just stood there and nodded his head. He only talked to say that he wouldn't put the camera away. I just given up, and he gave me a smile.
"You done?" he asked.
I nodded, tears drying into my skin.
"This, in case you don't already know, is my beautiful fiance and mother of my beautiful child. You can see that she thinks I slept with someone else, and that I screwed the house up, thus the reason her step-father the handy man is here, even though he was here a couple weeks ago helping us plan the budget to our wedding," he could hardly not laugh.
"The reason she thinks this is because I have been refusing her access to the outside of our home, but I keep leaving anyways. I am just going to the stores, but it's what I'm getting that will shock her," he said while another tear ran down my eye.
"Do you want to know why I won't let you outside without a fight?" he asked. All I could do is nod.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a black box. He turned it towards the camera, and made a mockingly suprised gasp noise before turning it to me.
"What could this be?" he asked.
My jaw dropped.
"Oh my God, are you serious?" I asked. I couldn't control my voice, it was scratchy and dry.
"You didn't have one," he said.
It was a modern halo split shank white gold diamond engagement ring.
My mind was racing. He bought me a probably triple digit engagment ring, it was so big and beautiful, it probably cost a lot, but at the same time, how would a ring not allow me outside of my house? Why was he acting werid still?
After a moment or so, I finally had to ask.
"This is why I can't go outside without you fighting with me?" I felt kind of selfish still thinking he was doing something behind my back after seeing this ring, but if he is cheating, a ring won't make me stay.
"No," was all he said at first. After a what felt like hours, he finally told me.
"Glen, your mom, Alli, Jenna, Adam, Darcy, and your dad are all outside helping me decorate the yard," he said.
"When did they get here?" I practially yelled.
"Yesterday," he said.
"Why can't I see them?!"
"You can after I tell you why theyre here."
I hated that he wasn't telling me anything right away, he was waiting for me to yell at him to go on.
"They are all hear planning an amazing engagment party that was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess it's been ruined for poor paranoid Clare," he said, brushing my cheek with the back of my hand.
I felt so guilty instantly. I was making such a big scene in here, yelling at him for things he didn't do, calling him a cheater, meanwhile he's trying to suprise me with my friends, family, a party, and a expensive engagement ring.
My neck instantly went limp and my whole head dropped, digging my eyes into my hands, and started sobbing.
Yes, this is not totally finished, but I'm not sure as to how to go from here to the engagement party. I think maybe the next chapter will be the party or maybe before whie she is getting ready? I'm not sure, but we will see! I have to be honest, I love the wedding planning!