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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Jokes, Games, and Fun Galore

I woke up in the morning to the sound of a toilet flushing. I rolled over in my bed to look at the open bathroom door. Angela was standing in the bathroom, wiping the corners of her mouth with a washcloth. I froze right away.

It reminded me of Carly and her frequent "stomach viruses"

I instantly thought that Angela was getting an eating disorder….But she was eating a lot lately. However, binge eating was common with bulimia. I started searching around for any signs, not knowing how frightened my face looked. It was when Angela spoke that I snapped out of my thoughts. "Spencer, can we talk about something…serious?" Angela asked. I nodded, slowly, "Of course, babe."

I sat up in the bed and watched her walk over to me. She sat down on the bed and was about to say something when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Angela growled in annoyance before saying, "Come in." Socko opened the door and said, "Sorry to bother you two, but Angela, there's a call for you. Something about a woman named Cecily…" He waved the phone as a sign that it was urgent. Angela sighed as she got off the bed and left the room, taking the phone from him.

I stared at her as she left and asked, "Hey, Socko, have you noticed anything unusual about Angie?" Socko shrugged, "She yelled at me yesterday when I mixed in my laundry with hers…She's getting a little emotional." I sighed as I went to go take a shower, "Whatever…" I turned on the water in the shower and I slowly stripped. My clothes were discarded on the floor as I got into the shower. I glanced down over my body as I let the warm water ingulf me. I was thinking about getting a tattoo...but I don't really know where to put it or what to put on my body. What would I engrave into my skin?...Something that will be with me for the rest of my life?

I have to think about something other than Angela. I'll go mad if I worry about her too much.

I took my shower and got ready for the day. Angela was washing the dishes in the kitchen. That is where I found her. I smiled as I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, "Hey, sweetie…What are you doing after work?" Angela sighed, "Nothing…Nothing at all…" I asked, "Do you want to go out? I can leave the school early…" She shook her head, "No. I want to finish my painting." I pulled away from her, "Okay." Why was she acting so distant?

I grabbed my briefcase for work and I turned to Angela, "I'm going to work. See you later, honey…" She glanced at me from the kitchen sink, "Bye, Spencer…Love you." I smiled, "Love you, too." I left the apartment and walked out. I walked down the street to the school when I heard my phone go off.

I answered the phone, "Hello?" I heard Sam's voice. She sounded quiet and despondent, "Spencer…I can't come to work today. Tell the nub to hire a sub." I asked, concerned, "Are you okay? Are you sick?" Sam sighed and said, "I just don't want to deal with anyone right now. I need a mental health day." I nodded, "Okay…But don't make a habit out of it or Nevel's not going to give you that promotion." Sam whispered, "I don't really care." I knew that something was up. Sam really wanted that promotion.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked. Sam then hung up on with without another word. I wished I knew what was going on. I hate for my friends to be upset. I walked down to the school and went to my class. I yawned as I noticed the girls come into my room. I started roll call as soon as the bell rang.

"Annette Baker."

"Here."

"Rhonda Bindley."

"Here."

"Lisa Carol….Lisa?" I looked around for the sweet faced Hispanic girl that is usually in the seat by my desk. Annette said, softly, "She's been released." My eyes widened, "Released? She's only been here for two weeks." Annette shrugged, "Her father came by to pick her up." Rhonda added, "She's going to Europe for her tour." I raised my eyebrow, "Tour?" Rhonda said, "She's a ballet dancer, Mr. Shay. She's going to be famous…I'm so jealous." My eyebrows furrowed as I slammed my folder on the desk and stormed out of the room.

I never get angry. I get really mad. Never angry, but now I feel like I am going to blow up. Lisa was a really bad case. She needed months of treatment and years of therapy. From what her file said, she's been a dancer since she could walk and she's been anorexic off and on since she was eleven. I haven't known her for that long, but I knew that she was a quiet girl with an adorable nature.

I walked into Nevel's office and found the man sitting at his desk, looking over some folders with curiosity. I asked him, angrily, "Why did you release Lisa Carol?" He looked at me, confused, "Who?" I rolled my eyes, "Lisa Carol. If she's released, then it went through you. Why did you do it? Did her daddy offer you money?" Nevel continued to look at me with a look of confusion on his face. I rolled my eyes and was about to rant before I saw Heather come in, "What's going on?"

Nevel looked at her, "Who is Lisa Carol?…And why did I release her?" Heather glanced at Nevel and then at me. She pulled me to the side, "Um, Spencer, Nevel's been in a car accident. He lost his memory." I glanced at him. There was something different about him. The expressions, the word choices. They weren't Nevel. This wasn't Nevel.

"Oh…sorry, man," I said, reaching to shake his hand, "Spencer Shay." Nevel smiled and then said, slowly, as he shook my hand, "Nev..el Papperman…" I grinned as I pulled my hand away, "Well, sorry for yelling at you…It's not your fault. You don't know anything about it. Silence filled the room and I quickly left, embarrassed.

I went back to my class and resumed teaching. The period soon finished and I laid my head down on my desk. I was tired. Socko went out last night so Angela and I didn't get much sleep…If you know what I mean. I soon fell asleep to the sound of the ticking clock.

The dark sky did little to cast a shadow over the balcony. Angela was standing there. She was wearing a white dress that reached her knees. There was a giant moon n the sky. I walked over to her and asked, "It's a beautiful night, don't you think?" She glanced at me and nodded as she sipped her wine. She glanced out on the mountain range. I sighed and walked over to her, "…Where's Tom? I didn't see him when you presented your painting." Angela replied, softly, "Sweden…Business meeting…" I frowned as I asked, "He couldn't get out of it?" Angela said, holding back tears, "No…It was an optional trip…But he said that it was more important than my silly art work. A-and it is." My eyes widened at that comment as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into an embrace, "That's not true. He should be there for you. Your work is going in a museum, Angie. Everyone can see it and it's going to be around for a long time….This is a great moment for you." Angela looked at me and sighed as she pulled away, "It's just colors on paper…It's not like it's helping anyone." I stared at her, "But it means a lot to you doesn't that matter?" Angela sighed as she stared at the sky.

"He doesn't deserve you," I commented as I leaned over the balcony. Angela glanced at me, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, you're always there for him and his job and his wants and needs…But when something like this happens, he's out on business trips…" Angela shrugged, sighing sadly.

I sighed as I looked at her, "I've kept something from you….I've kept how I feel a secret because I don't want to interfere with your happiness with Tom. But you're not happy, are you?" Angela looked at me, her eyes wide. I knew that she knew that I was telling the truth, "I…I…" I put a finger to her lips and I caressed her cheek, "You deserve better." Angela looked at me, her eyes growing wider. I then removed my finger and kissed her.

Angela gasped in surprise as she pulled away from me, "Spencer…I have a husband..." I sighed, "I'm sorry…" Angela looked at me, "Why?" I said, "Because you deserve to feel happy. I can make you happy. If you were with me, I would treat you like you're my whole world. I wouldn't treat you like a trophy or a princess or a doll. I would treat you like a person…the person I wanted to be with." I caressed her cheek, "Angela, Angie, you care about people so much that you won't care for yourself."

Angela looked at me and smiled, "Spencer…I don't know…if I should…I don't want to hurt him." I took her hand, "Who cares? He doesn't deserve your kindness…" I then said, "You don't have to be hit to be abused." She looked at me for the longest time before she kissed me.

I woke up to the sound of the bell ringing. I sighed as I started class.

The day passed by slowly before I could finally go home. I walked to my apartment when I noticed that the apartment was dark. I blinked as I yelled out, "Socko! Angela!" I heard Angela's voice, "I'm in the painting room, Spencer." I smiled as I walked into the painting room. I saw Angela in front of a new painting on the wall. She smiled at me as she walked out of the way. I looked at the painting.

It was a sort of abstract art. A red haired woman had her arms wrapped around her swelled stomach. She was naked. Inside the stomach was a curled up baby. The background was a tan brown and sort of sandy.

"It's beautiful," I said, smiling at Angela. My wife walked over to me and whispered, "I love making my art come to life…" I looked at her, wondering what she meant. It finally clicked.

I grinned and I asked with my eyes if I was right. Her eyes said I was. I laughed as I picked her up, "Oh God!" She laughed with me as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "So…so that's why you're acting so out of it?" I asked. She nodded, blushing, "Yeah…Hormones and what not." I laughed and I set her down. I got on my knees and I put my head up against her stomach, "Ah, I think I hear the little guy."

Angela said, amused, "What can you hear? He's the size of a baseball. And it may not even be a he. It could be a she." I shook my head, "Naw…I hear him…He's saying 'Don't put me in dresses…I'm a boy, Mommy…'" Angela rolled her eyes, "You're so immature." I said, "I enjoy being immature…" Angela replied, "I can tell…"

I stood back up. I stared at her, never feeling happier in my entire life. I held her tight, feeling like that I was on top of the world. She hugged me back and I started to hear her cry. "Am I hurting you?" I asked, frowning. I let go of her as she whispered, "No…No, it's just that…I don't know why I'm crying. I'm not sad…I'm…I'm happy…I've never been more happy in my entire life."

I wiped away her tears and kissed her again. I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The idea of her being pregnant made me feel so happy and excited. Our emotions took over us and we made love that afternoon. I never imagined myself being a father, but I also never saw myself being a husband. I was watching my life change and I couldn't help but be happy with it. This wasn't something that I wanted, but it was still good and I came to love it.

I heard the door open at around five o'clock and I heard Socko call our names. I felt the scent of Mexican food. I jumped out of bed and pulled on my boxers as I ran into the living room to snatch the Taco Bell bags. I then ran back into my room and tossed a bag to Angela, leaving a bewildered Socko in the living room. "Okay, that wasn't weird or anything," Socko yelled out as he turned on the TV.

Like I said, not what I would imagine. Not what I wanted. But I wouldn't change anything for the world.

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