Chapter Two
"Of all the damn nights," Catherine Willows cursed to herself looking out the window at the pouring rain.
"What the hell's your problem now," Eddie Willows slurred from the couch.
"Nothing, never mind," Catherine replied getting up and walking towards the bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Eddie asked roughly yanking her onto the couch.
"I need to read some stuff for work okay," Catherine answered moving to get off the couch.
"Love letters from your lab nerds?" Eddie said with a swooping gesture that knocked his beer over.
"Dammit Eddie," Catherine sighed trudging to the kitchen to get a towel. She knelt to sop the foul-smelling puddle up. "You've got to stop doing this."
"Don't you tell me what I can and can't do," he growled grabbing her wrists and shoving her backwards so she landed against the coffee table. Lumbering over to the fridge to grab another beer he mumbled, "Should be barefoot and pregnant instead of ordering me round all high and mighty with her degree."
"You got your wish," Catherine said softly trying to choke back the tears. She would not give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.
"What're you running your mouth about?" he asked crushing a beer can in his palm.
"I'm pregnant you asshole," Catherine said standing up and heading for the door.
"What the..hey where the hell you think you're going?" Eddie asked swinging her back towards him.
"I'm going to work, or to get a cup of coffee, or maybe to go drive my car off the Grand Canyon. I haven't really thought that far ahead," Catherine said struggling to break loose from his grip.
"You're going to go see him aren't you," Eddie said grabbing her car keys out of her hand. "You're going to go cry to your scientist boyfriend, and he'll tell you that I'm just some slob when all he really wants is a good lay, which god knows that man needs."
"SHUT UP EDDIE," Catherine shouted as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going for a walk, a walk in the pouring down rain so I can think about how horrible of a wife I am. Then maybe when I come back, I'll have transformed into the perfect wife." She slammed the door with a note of finality and dashed out into the storm. She didn't quite know where she was going as she stalked through the streets of Las Vegas, shivering in pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt that were both getting quickly drenched.
Eventually, she ended up in a familiar neighborhood. The neat row of townhouses provided little comfort however, after Catherine realized that there was no car in front of the one she was heading for.
"Please be home," she whispered softly as she ventured up the steps. She knocked softly at first, then louder and with increasingly frequency. But she was rewarded with no answer.
"Of all the damn nights for you to be out on the town," she sighed, leaning against the door in exhaustion. She slowly slid down the door until she was sitting on the small porch under what little protection from the rain it offered. And she waited. And after only a few moments of waiting, her tears began to fall as hard as the rain.
As she began to shiver in the cold, her hand drifted down to her stomach. "I'm so sorry," she whispered softly into the night.
"Of all the damn nights," Catherine Willows cursed to herself looking out the window at the pouring rain.
"What the hell's your problem now," Eddie Willows slurred from the couch.
"Nothing, never mind," Catherine replied getting up and walking towards the bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Eddie asked roughly yanking her onto the couch.
"I need to read some stuff for work okay," Catherine answered moving to get off the couch.
"Love letters from your lab nerds?" Eddie said with a swooping gesture that knocked his beer over.
"Dammit Eddie," Catherine sighed trudging to the kitchen to get a towel. She knelt to sop the foul-smelling puddle up. "You've got to stop doing this."
"Don't you tell me what I can and can't do," he growled grabbing her wrists and shoving her backwards so she landed against the coffee table. Lumbering over to the fridge to grab another beer he mumbled, "Should be barefoot and pregnant instead of ordering me round all high and mighty with her degree."
"You got your wish," Catherine said softly trying to choke back the tears. She would not give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.
"What're you running your mouth about?" he asked crushing a beer can in his palm.
"I'm pregnant you asshole," Catherine said standing up and heading for the door.
"What the..hey where the hell you think you're going?" Eddie asked swinging her back towards him.
"I'm going to work, or to get a cup of coffee, or maybe to go drive my car off the Grand Canyon. I haven't really thought that far ahead," Catherine said struggling to break loose from his grip.
"You're going to go see him aren't you," Eddie said grabbing her car keys out of her hand. "You're going to go cry to your scientist boyfriend, and he'll tell you that I'm just some slob when all he really wants is a good lay, which god knows that man needs."
"SHUT UP EDDIE," Catherine shouted as the tears threatened to fall. "I'm going for a walk, a walk in the pouring down rain so I can think about how horrible of a wife I am. Then maybe when I come back, I'll have transformed into the perfect wife." She slammed the door with a note of finality and dashed out into the storm. She didn't quite know where she was going as she stalked through the streets of Las Vegas, shivering in pajama pants and a long sleeved t-shirt that were both getting quickly drenched.
Eventually, she ended up in a familiar neighborhood. The neat row of townhouses provided little comfort however, after Catherine realized that there was no car in front of the one she was heading for.
"Please be home," she whispered softly as she ventured up the steps. She knocked softly at first, then louder and with increasingly frequency. But she was rewarded with no answer.
"Of all the damn nights for you to be out on the town," she sighed, leaning against the door in exhaustion. She slowly slid down the door until she was sitting on the small porch under what little protection from the rain it offered. And she waited. And after only a few moments of waiting, her tears began to fall as hard as the rain.
As she began to shiver in the cold, her hand drifted down to her stomach. "I'm so sorry," she whispered softly into the night.