I came into the bedroom a second too late. You stood a few feet from the doorwya starring at them, cuddling on the bed. Everythin' looked like a paintin' or something since the three of ya were so still. That is until he moves from the bed.
He saw me, embarassed, he scrambaled for his pants.
Good thing he did too cause that ain't anythin' I ever wanna see!
"What's goin' on?" I ask even though I have a hunch as to what you are doin'.
"Jean's talking to Emma." he says walking to where Jean stood and simply starring into her beautiful green eyes.
Those eyes were what attracted me to you. Everytime I look into them, I get lost until you look away from me.
I think about what he said and simply say, "And by talkin' you mean fightin'?"
He noddes his head and speaks.
"By fighting I mean killing."
"Ya think Jeannie would do that?"
Are you really capable of killin' someone else?
I mean you are sweet and sometimes innocent. Can you really step down to MY level and take another life?
"Jean's got one hell of a temper." He replys sitting on the very corner of the bed, "And when she wants something, she fights for it and usually wins."
Silence fell for a moment.
"Yer one stupid sonofabitch."
"I know." He says, head toward the ground.
"No, I don't think you know, Cyke. Jeannie is carrin' yer child and she..."
"She's pregnate?" He asked looking from the carpet rug to me.
"Yeah, I told ya that whn I came by earlier."
"You came by earlier?" Confusion in his voice.
"Yeah, ya sent me flyin' through that damn stain glass window, One Eye. Remember?"
His face is blank.
He doesn't remember a thing.
The Witch did somethin' to him.
I look from him to you.
You are still as motionless as a sculpture.
I hope you kow what yer doin' Jeannie
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