Ana POV
I stood staring down at the man in the park from my bedroom window. He looked as though he was concealing something that meant life and death. He finished burying his treasure darting his gaze from one side of his face to another. His movements seemed less than human as he squatted over his buried treasure. I took one last glance in either direction before scurrying away and jumping a fence like he was Spiderman in a black hoodie and sweat pants. I hesitated at the window for what seemed like an hour. I wanted to check out what he had buried but I was afraid the man may return soon after to make sure his treasure was secure. I took the elevator from our 8th floor luxury apartment to the main floor. I took a quick glance around the area to make sure that the coast was clear then i ran across the street to the park where the mysterious man had buried something near the tree.
I approached the spot where he had been not more than an hour before. If I had not seen him bury it himself I would not have known it was there. I quickly used my hands to dig a small hole in the ground curious as to what I may find. My nails hit a hard object not more than a foot deep into the ground. I pushed the dirt away pulling the object from the hole that I had created. A hard covered book. The book looked more like a dark textbook than anything else. I grabbed it holding it close to my chest as I ran back across the street to the apartment that Christian and I shared.
This was my own private discovery, Christian didn't need to know. I'll hide it. Christian was already acting strange towards me like he was expecting a monster to jump out from behind a bush every time he saw me. Pregnancy must really be a huge fear of his. I went into the kitchen, climbing the shelves I placed the book on top. Christian would never think to look there. I felt my body become increasingly fatigued. I had to go to work tomorrow and with no sleep the day would be long and hard. I felt the nausea return momentarily. I ran to the bathroom just in case but nothing seemed to come up. I sank back in bed beside my beloved husband. Sleep would give added relief from the symptoms of morning sickness.
Christian POV
I was awoken by a loud bang from the living room. The bed was empty. I heard her rummaging through the fridge in the kitchen, assuming that it was just a pregnancy craving i staying in bed. I didn't want her to know I was up. If there was any truth to what the psychic was saying I wanted to see. After a short while I heard Ana come softly down the hallway. I curled up in bed and faking some snoring sounds so that she was not aware I was awake. I heard her look into the room to check on me. She stood there for only a moment before escaping down the hall. I waited till she was no longer in earshot to get out of bed. I was careful to make little to no noise. What was she doing up? I'm sure if it had something to do with the morning sickness she would be in the bathroom. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall. I stared at her as she cleaned up a vase that lay broken on the living room floor. I thought she would come back to bed after she took care of the mess but instead she seemed drawn to the window. She stood in front of the window for close to 30 minutes just staring outside, barely moving.
Without putting on shoes or a jacket she ran outside being careful to not make a sound. Is this the weird behaviour that the psychic was talking about? What did she see outside? I continued to stay hidden in the darkness of the hallway, careful to stay quiet. Ana returned with a large hard covered book. The seemed ancient like something out of ancient times. Where did she find something so obscure? Is that what she was staring at out the window? I wanted so badly to find out what kind of book she had, but I had to wait till she wasn't around to inspect it. She walked into the kitchen not bothering to clean the dirt from her feet. I took a few silent tiptoes around the corner so that i knew where she was putting the book. She climbed on top of the kitchen countertop pushing the book on top of the cupboards. Brilliant place for it because I would have never suspected that it was there. I walked back to bed paying close attention to each step. I slid back under the silk sheets pretending to sleep. Ana joined me soon after. Normally her skin was silky smooth but she had not bothered to wash after her excursion. Her hands and finger nails were gritty with dirt. Her feet were caked with dirt and mud. Her once white sexy nightie had brown stain across it.
Ana was so clean. I know that she must be uncomfortable being so dirty, it as unlike her to get into bed right after. Her presence made me feel uncomfortable as she wrapped her arms around my torso smearing the dirt onto my naked skin. I bit my lip trying not to flinch. She fell asleep shorty after. I lay there wide eyed looking around the room for some sense of relief. I eased my body from hers, luckily without any disruption.
I walked down the wall towards the bathroom. I needed to wash before returning to sleep. I took a short, hot shower. I walked past our bedroom, Ana was sprawled across the bed dead to the world. I wish I could sleep like that. I grabbed a fleece blanket and nestled into a comfortable position on the couch. With the warmth from the shower and the comfort from the blanket i was soon able to fall asleep.