Ok so here is the third chapter of Secrets and Lies. I have left out the little tidbit about Carter paying Abby's fees, although I was eternally grateful that he did it, I didn't mention it, though I may use it later on. Ok, this is short, and is not the introduction I know you want, but never fear it will be in the next chapter!
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So here it is:
Crying
She's here again. Ok, so she is here to see Carter, but does she have to take up unwanted space? I'm not one for being unintentionally rude, but if she doesn't vacate the space I need to move into, I am going to have to say something. To my complete and utter astonishment, she moves, well shuffles really to sit in Frank's chair. How many times have I done that and received a mouthful in return. I guess he likes her, either that or he's brain is malfunctioning.
Slipping into the spot she was standing moments before, I lowered my bundle onto the counter. Stretching my sore muscles, I checked once again to make sure I had everything. Why last night I had decided to take some work home was beyond me, but thankfully Maggie had rescued me from my beautiful baby, who has decided that food is not something you eat, it's something you throw up all over Mommy's much needed work. Checking once again that I had managed to clean up all the milk, I sighed.
Being a mom was great and all that, but I was glad Maggie had come to help. It seemed Sarah was the key to her new survival. She was constantly taking her meds, and regularly visiting her doctor, she was the complete opposite to the person I grew up knowing. And then there is Eric. He's decided that if he wants to watch his niece grow up, he needs to change (which I whole heartedly agree with), so he is thinking about moving here to be closer to her. So I am now in the process of looking for a much larger apartment, which I should be able to maintain, for with my wage, Eric's wage and then what my mother gets we should be able to get something pretty decent.
Opening a web page on the computer, I scanned the screen. There was limited room in my apartment as it was, and judging by the silent pleas Neela was sending my way, I'm sure she is about to ask if I have a spare room, which would not only mean telling her that I have a four month old daughter, but that my two relatives who both have Bi-Polar are living us. As you can tell it's not exactly on my list of priorities at the moment. So here I am looking at the market for a nice modest house, perhaps something close by.
"What are you looking at houses for?" I jumped at the intrusion on my thoughts and spun around to face the person who had surprised me.
"My apartment is too small. My mom and Eric are moving in, I need more room." I watched as concern flitted across his face, to quickly be replaced by a cool demeanor.
"Eric and your mother? I trust they are on their meds?" Carter frowned again.
I nodded. "They are. In fact they are practically new people. I'm quite proud at how far they have both come." I turned back to the screen and hastily closed the page, the less he knew about what I was doing, the less I had to try and explain myself. Although why I had to explain myself at all was a strange mystery, but as long as he was distracted with my family, he would not have time to calculate just why they were staying with me in the first place. Now he can focus on the baby he's having with her and leave me out of this.
A few minutes later, I checked over my shoulder, happy that he had decided to drop the subject but at the same time, my heart breaking slightly at what he was doing. He was down on his knees, his face pressed into her stomach, obviously talking to the baby. I felt unnecessary tears form in my eyes. I should feel nothing, but I'm hurting. He should have been here to do that with me. He should have talked to my baby, embarrassed me in front of everyone. NOT her.
A strangled sound must have sounded from me, for the next thing I knew, the whole lobby was staring strangely at me. Hiding my face, I dropped the file in my hand and ran. Crashing into the ladies bathroom, I locked myself in a cubicle, and cried. I don't think I have ever cried so much in my life. I cried for me and the stupid feelings I still had for the jerk. I cried for my baby who would miss out on her father, when he had the boy I know he so desperately wants. I cried for him most of all. For the fact that I doubt he'll ever know the baby girl I have, we have. When he's paying so much attention to a baby that isn't even born, how is he going to have time for his other child?
Staring down at my hands I came to a mutual decision. I would have to tell him about Sarah. I would have to tell him soon, because time was running out. For all I knew, she might drag him back to wherever she came from and leave us behind. Wiping my face, I stood up and squared my shoulders. I would leave it for today, but tomorrow he's going to get the shock of his life.
Phew...there it is...the third chapter. Ok, so I know it doesn't exactly reveal much, but I wanted to build up to the introduction. It's going to be after a trauma where a little girl is hurt. Shortly after that I think I'll have Kem lose the baby (after they get a house...) harsh aren't I? But then Carter will have to decide who he wants more. Kem (who is the connection to his lost son) or Abby (who has his baby girl, and who really is the love of his life – only he doesn't know it!)
So who do you think he should choose?
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