Just a quick authors note before I begin the chapter. It's really
hard for me to right in third person, so if I slip up in a part that's not
Emma's (because Emma's is written in first person) please bear with me. I'm
trying really hard to write Manny's part in third person, so if I slip up
and go into first person don't shoot me! Lol, on with the chapter.
***
I walked into work on Monday morning, unsure of what to expect. I hadn't talked to Sean since we...well, anyways, I didn't know what he would think of me now.
"Hey," he said when I came in.
"Hey," I said.
"Listen, about the other night..."
"Don't worry about it," I said quickly.
"Oh," he answered. "I was hoping we could do it again sometime."
I stared at him.
He started laughing. "No, I mean, I was hoping we could hang out again sometime."
I laughed, "Sure, I would enjoy that."
***
That night, Vanessa wasn't feeling very sleepy. So she stayed up with me while Brock went to bed. We were upstairs watching a movie. I guess that was the first time I realized how much she looked like her dad. She looked almost exactly like him with that curly dirty-blond hair and angelic face.
"It's funny," Mom said from behind me. "She doesn't look a thing like Spinner."
"I know it," I said. "They couldn't look more different."
"Mommy, I'm tired now," she said.
"Alright, go on to bed, I'll be down in a minute to tuck you in," I said as she scurried off.
Mom sat down next to me, "But the funny thing is that she doesn't look like you, either."
"What are you getting at?" I asked.
"I'm just saying, I wonder who she takes after if she doesn't look like you or like Spinner."
"Maybe she looks like you," I said.
She shook her head. "She's not Spinner's daughter is she?"
"Mom," I said. "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Emma, I'm not judging you. Who's her father?"
I sighed. "No, she's not Spinners'."
"I didn't think so, she's too sweet to be Spinners'," Mom joked. "I don't mean to upset you, honey, I just wanted you to be honest with me."
"I'm not upset, and I am being honest with you."
"So, who's the lucky guy?"
"I don't know," I lied.
***
Manny walked back into her house. Craig was sitting on the couch, now sober.
"Manny, baby, I am so sorry," he said.
"Alex, honey, why don't you go upstairs and play with your toys?" she said to Alexander.
After he had gone upstairs, Manny said, "Craig, its fine. Just don't do it again."
"No, it's not okay, Manny," he said, putting his arms around her to hug her. "I have something for you."
"What?" she asked.
He went into the kitchen and came out with a dozen orange roses. "Orange roses? Craig, those are my favorite. They're so hard to find, where did you get them?"
"A man has to have his secrets," he said.
"I love them, thank you," she said. "I have to go put this stuff up in the bathroom, so I'll be back in a few minutes."
Manny ran upstairs, shut the bathroom door and locked it. She took out the pregnancy test and held her breath as she took it and waited impatiently. She was pacing back and forth in the floor, trying to keep herself calm; it wasn't working. Finally, the timer went off and she looked at the test.
Her breath caught in her throat, her heart seemed to stop beating. It was positive. She put her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She was pregnant.
***
When I arrived at Mom's house, I was so tired, I hardly noticed the car sitting in the drive way. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks.
"Spinner, what are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I had to see my kids," he said.
"I want to talk to you outside, right now," I said.
He followed me onto the porch. "What is your problem?"
"You're supposed to be in New York," I said. "I don't want you here, leave."
"I'm not leaving. I'm moving back."
"No," I said. "You can't, I'm finally getting my life back together. I'm working again. Do you know how good that makes me feel? You can't just come back and ruin things."
"I just want to be around my kids," he said.
"Well, you've seen them. Now go home."
"I am home."
"No, you're not. New York is your home, you said so the day we moved there."
"I changed my mind."
"Like you changed your mind about me, right?"
"It wasn't like that, Emma," he said.
"I don't care, Spinner. I want you to leave. Now," I said harshly.
"And I said I'm not leaving," he grabbed my wrist tightly.
I slapped him. "You get out of here, and I mean now. Or I will beat you within an inch of your life if you don't stay the hell away from my kids." *** What did you think? Say so in your review.
***
I walked into work on Monday morning, unsure of what to expect. I hadn't talked to Sean since we...well, anyways, I didn't know what he would think of me now.
"Hey," he said when I came in.
"Hey," I said.
"Listen, about the other night..."
"Don't worry about it," I said quickly.
"Oh," he answered. "I was hoping we could do it again sometime."
I stared at him.
He started laughing. "No, I mean, I was hoping we could hang out again sometime."
I laughed, "Sure, I would enjoy that."
***
That night, Vanessa wasn't feeling very sleepy. So she stayed up with me while Brock went to bed. We were upstairs watching a movie. I guess that was the first time I realized how much she looked like her dad. She looked almost exactly like him with that curly dirty-blond hair and angelic face.
"It's funny," Mom said from behind me. "She doesn't look a thing like Spinner."
"I know it," I said. "They couldn't look more different."
"Mommy, I'm tired now," she said.
"Alright, go on to bed, I'll be down in a minute to tuck you in," I said as she scurried off.
Mom sat down next to me, "But the funny thing is that she doesn't look like you, either."
"What are you getting at?" I asked.
"I'm just saying, I wonder who she takes after if she doesn't look like you or like Spinner."
"Maybe she looks like you," I said.
She shook her head. "She's not Spinner's daughter is she?"
"Mom," I said. "What kind of person do you think I am?"
"Emma, I'm not judging you. Who's her father?"
I sighed. "No, she's not Spinners'."
"I didn't think so, she's too sweet to be Spinners'," Mom joked. "I don't mean to upset you, honey, I just wanted you to be honest with me."
"I'm not upset, and I am being honest with you."
"So, who's the lucky guy?"
"I don't know," I lied.
***
Manny walked back into her house. Craig was sitting on the couch, now sober.
"Manny, baby, I am so sorry," he said.
"Alex, honey, why don't you go upstairs and play with your toys?" she said to Alexander.
After he had gone upstairs, Manny said, "Craig, its fine. Just don't do it again."
"No, it's not okay, Manny," he said, putting his arms around her to hug her. "I have something for you."
"What?" she asked.
He went into the kitchen and came out with a dozen orange roses. "Orange roses? Craig, those are my favorite. They're so hard to find, where did you get them?"
"A man has to have his secrets," he said.
"I love them, thank you," she said. "I have to go put this stuff up in the bathroom, so I'll be back in a few minutes."
Manny ran upstairs, shut the bathroom door and locked it. She took out the pregnancy test and held her breath as she took it and waited impatiently. She was pacing back and forth in the floor, trying to keep herself calm; it wasn't working. Finally, the timer went off and she looked at the test.
Her breath caught in her throat, her heart seemed to stop beating. It was positive. She put her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She was pregnant.
***
When I arrived at Mom's house, I was so tired, I hardly noticed the car sitting in the drive way. When I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks.
"Spinner, what are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I had to see my kids," he said.
"I want to talk to you outside, right now," I said.
He followed me onto the porch. "What is your problem?"
"You're supposed to be in New York," I said. "I don't want you here, leave."
"I'm not leaving. I'm moving back."
"No," I said. "You can't, I'm finally getting my life back together. I'm working again. Do you know how good that makes me feel? You can't just come back and ruin things."
"I just want to be around my kids," he said.
"Well, you've seen them. Now go home."
"I am home."
"No, you're not. New York is your home, you said so the day we moved there."
"I changed my mind."
"Like you changed your mind about me, right?"
"It wasn't like that, Emma," he said.
"I don't care, Spinner. I want you to leave. Now," I said harshly.
"And I said I'm not leaving," he grabbed my wrist tightly.
I slapped him. "You get out of here, and I mean now. Or I will beat you within an inch of your life if you don't stay the hell away from my kids." *** What did you think? Say so in your review.