CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
THE NEXT MORNING
Martha felt really bad after the way she had treated Jack the night before. She didn't know what had come over her. He didn't deserve it; that was for sure. And now he probably thought that she was crazy. She had acted like a crazy person; accusing him of things that she knew in her heart weren't true. She was actually quite embarrassed.
After showering and getting dressed, she slowly made her way out to the kitchen, and over to where Jack was sitting. He looked up at her; but he didn't say anything. She sat down opposite him; ready to make an apology. She was so bad at apologies, but she knew that it had to be done.
"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, her voice breaking the silence. "I don't know why I acted like that last night. All I know is that you didn't deserve it," she continued.
"You were just upset. It's okay," Jack said to her.
"No, it's not okay," Martha sighed. "I jumped to conclusions and I treated you like crap. You must have thought that I was going crazy".
Jack laughed lightly. "For a while there I definitely thought you were nuts," he smiled at her. "But seriously, it's fine. You've been through a lot over the last week, and you just needed to let some steam off. I just happened to be the person that you let it out on," Jack continued.
"Well, I really am sorry," Martha told him again.
"You're forgiven," Jack accepted her apology. They smiled shyly at each other, and suddenly another silence filled the room.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Martha then asked.
"Nope," Jack shook his head.
"You want to go down to the diner?" Martha suggested.
"Sure, lets go," he agreed.
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After breakfast Jack and Martha decided to head over to Jack's, to give Tony and Lucas some help moving their stuff next door to Beth's. When they got there, Kim was already there with Kit, moving some of his stuff in.
Jack ordered Martha to sit down; he didn't want her moving or lifting anything. Martha managed to bite her tongue. Usually she would have had a go at him for ordering her around. But this time she managed to keep quiet. She didn't want a repeat of the night before.
Kit decided to take a break, so she sat down and had a chat with Martha while the boys kept busy.
"I heard about your dad. I'm really sorry," Kit gave Martha a hug. "If you need to talk about anything; I'm here for you," she added.
"Thanks," Martha smiled.
"So, how are things going with Jack? Are the two of you any closer to getting back together?" Kit asked.
Martha sighed. "Sometimes things are great, and we get on really well. But then we'll have an argument over something incredibly stupid," Martha started. "I'm usually the one who always jumps to conclusions and makes things worse. And now with everything that's happened over the last week; I've seemed to have gotten worse," she explained.
"Hey, at least you have a good excuse. You're having a baby, and your hormones are probably going crazy; therefore making you crazy," Kit said.
"Yeah, I guess," Martha laughed. Martha was pretty sure that that was the first time she had laughed since her dad died. It felt strange.
"And what about this Megan girl. Is she still on your case?" Kit then asked.
"The last time I saw her was the day after my dad died. But that's totally fine with me. The less I see her; the better," Martha exclaimed.
"You know, I can get rid of her if you want," Kit joked.
"If you need a hand, I'm more than willing to help you with that," Martha laughed along with her.
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Megan was angry. She had just found out that Jack was staying with Martha. He was looking after her apparently. No wonder she hadn't seen him for two days. He was too busy running around after Martha. He hadn't even been to see Grace. And he hadn't even called to see how they were. It was like he didn't even care about them.
Megan knew that she had to work harder if she wanted Jack for herself. She knew that Jack would eventually realize that she and Grace were the ones for him. Not Martha. She didn't deserve Jack.
Megan was down on the beach playing with Grace; when her phone started ringing. When she saw the name she groaned. Great, she thought herself sarcastically. She answered the phone and spoke quickly before the other person on the other end even had a chance to say anything.
"Stop calling me," she spat out, and hung up. God, couldn't they take a hint; obviously not.
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