I watched my feet take steps across the glossy tiles, my dusty canvas sneakers messing up the floor as we walked around. It was the biggest shopping mall in the world. A moving platform ran along all the walkways in both directions just like in the airports. There was a shuttle service from the far ends of the car parks to the entrance and food outlets were scattered throughout instead of being on one courtyard. Professional shopping guides were smiling at every entrance, always ready for more business.

Warren just placed his hand on the small of my back keeping me closer, every time I have seen him my eyes and mind notice small changes in him either his appearance or behavior. His eyes moved down to mine, "I hope our son has your eyes, I would kill for two different colored eyes. But yours are so bright and tinted in such unique colors," I felt the blush rising from my neck.

"It is nice, but we won't know till I give birth,"

He retorted, "Yeah, for now, let's shop but not for long don't want you moving around too much," yeah, knew this was going to happen and I had thought Vic was bad but with Bandit, Warren, and Vic this was going to be fucking rough.

I just gave him a look, "I will kill you,"

He tried not to look phased by it, but his eyes say another thing, plus his emotions tell me what I need to know. "Come on," we just walked around he was in one section with three bags filled with mittens, clothes, blankets, and hats that we found in Spencer's. This was Mommy Matters Maternity; he was checking out some shirts in a smaller section for dads. I just scoffed seeing two girls watching him their footfalls so sure he would look at them, I stand back seeing them start a conversation.

Like clockwork he shut them down, "I am in a maternity store, you think I am here for myself? That walking incubator with a foul ass mouth is my wife," I just waved at them, I felt bad they looked so embarrassed and frustrated with being turned down.

"Warren, I hate everything here. I will just wear what I have until I need to then we can just figure something out. This shit blows," hours shopping has started to piss me off as he leads me out.

"Look at that, a new candy shop?" it was new, I had never seen it before it looked vintage and when we walked in it was rather large. I know I should run or do something healthy, but I don't. As I walk in the door, I am greeted by the sweet smell that can only come from having melted chocolate and sugar sweets.

There are chocolates scattered over the marble tile. Each one was a perfect sphere dusted with fine cocoa powder but now several lies cracked revealing peaks of caramel or rum truffle. I just glanced around; the shop girl was smiling with a smudge of something on her nose. "Can I help you?" her tone was fruity as she smiled.

I answered, "Of course. I will take half a dozen raspberry sticks, three with milk, and three with white chocolate. Take three of the chocolate covered strawberry's, an assortment of truffles, some sour bears, and last some of these," lemon tarts are nom nom.

Warren cut in, "Now my order, good woman. I will have five boxes of the small assortment, one medium, four large. I will take the same order as her as well," she was scribbling this all down before she required another worker to bag these up. It was at least a place the sensory overload wasn't about to make me puke, it even masked Warren's cologne that made me sick.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, gently rubbing my arm. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of my body pressed against his. I sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. His touch made the room warmer somehow, but his smell was bothering me once again as I opened my mouth. "Warren, I can't stand your cologne, it makes me want to vomit,"

"Consider it in the trash," was all he said, but I normally loved it. "Just don't wear it, don't toss it normally I like it," with bags in hand we finally leave but its not as late as I had thought, it was just passed lunch as we stopped and grabbed something before heading to the old Miller place. I was really tired already, nothing beyond a nap was in my plans but we had already set the time up and didn't want to disappoint.

The homestead was built on a gentle rise that sloped gradually away on every side; in front to the wide plain, dotted with huge gum trees and great grey box groves, and at the back, after you had passed through the well-kept vegetable garden and orchard, to a long lagoon, bordered with trees and fringed with tall bulrushes and waving reeds. How could I have not been impressed with the land and house, they did upgrades to every inch of the house. Mike just judged our reactions before he spoke again, "Yeah, I think you two be a good fit,"

Warren winked, "I told you, we will take it. I can feel and see she has fallen for it. But can we buy more land we would like to add a larger fence and such," I leave them to deal with this moving around the kitchen and into the small secluded spot his wife loved to read at? The doorway would appear to the adventurous heart, to one of pure soul, yet to all others, it was only a tangle of roots. But it was stunning to see like a secluded paradise.

I was alone an hour later while he ran some errands, doubt they were but that was on him as I stand looking into the empty room. "Well guess we should just move and get our life in check before you arrive," I could feel it the desire to leave this house and start something new and see where it can take not only me but us.

I can feel the cold cell in my hand and all I do is wait until what I knew would happen, happened. It was the one power that I never wanted to tap into but sometimes it slipped through on its own. Like right now, I knew she would text me. "Momma, can we get a drink. Mom is not well and wanted to rest," I knew my mother, Aunt Josie, Aunt Summer, and Warren's mother are watching her and caring for her twenty-four hours a day. But BiBi it was hard on her seeing her mother's health failing so fast, but she knew, knew long ago what would happen but doubt it eased the pain.

I was texting as I was leaving, "On my way," short and sweet just like me. We all need a cozy place to hide at times, to feel safe and cocooned within so that when the need arises, we are ready to fly into whatever hurricane comes.

But at eight at night the hurricane that cam was far beyond dealing with.

I sit on the sofa with wide eyes, BiBi, all the crew arranged around the room watching as Warren stood dead in front of me while Kai, his lawyer, and Judge Adams stood with him. BiBi was pale muttering about the timeline being very fractured, but Kai was beaming as he started to speak. "Peace, you can't stop this. I have every right to be near Bexley, and the Judge agrees I can't have any custody of the child even if it is mine, only visits but that for me is enough," my heart was racing as I stood with Vic helping me and backing Warren.

"No, no person is going to permit shit when it concerns me or my son. Warren, no he can't do shit but you be damn right if you guessed that I could. And don't think whatever bullshit ya'll be pulling is going to last," it was all talk, but Kai's eye twitched he was worried as Judge Adams narrowed his eyes right at me.

Then a creepy smile, "My dear, you'll find it very hard to overturn this,"

"Oh really, we are about to find out, aren't we. I am known for being able to do things that can't be explained, like having a child,"

"You will of course abide by the ruling until you manage to put a kink in it," Kai just wanted time with me away from Warren. "Kai, I warned you. I can't fathom this Judge is honorable, but Adams is a villain isn't he. Everyone out now, I will of course see you tomorrow at noon but will be at the courthouse when it opens," not like I have a choice.

BiBi just looked at me, "The timelines are too messed up now, they have to be fixed. All things are meant to be like you and dad, and my mom," her eyes telling me something but I was slow.

I had one solution to this problem, "BiBi, it is bedtime. Mom and Dad are tired," I was tired, and tired of life once again.