APOV
What a bloody fucking night! After hours of tossing and turning, I finally fell into a restless sleep. When the alarm clock eventually rings, I stand up and go to the bathroom, where I get frightened by the image in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and it'll take ages to brush through it, while my eyes are almost swollen shut as if I came to blows in a bloody bar fight. Actually, there is a lot of blood, namely down there and the cramps are starting already. I feel dizzy and I would rather call in sick, but I try to make the best of it anyway and after an hour, I leave the bathroom.
I wake up the boys and guide them into the bathroom. Andy doesn't want to go to daycare and rebels by repeatedly throwing himself on the floor and shaking his arms and legs, while screaming bloody murder. Tommy refuses to eat breakfast and I can't do anything about it because I'm unable to choke something down, too. Of course, today we are running late once again, but I try to get the children ready as fast as possible. Just as I'm finished with both of them, Andy soils his pants, so I have to start from scratch. UGH! As soon as Andy is ready, Tommy wants to tie his shoes on his own. Apparently, Christian helped him practice it and now he wants to manage it by himself at all costs. I almost freak out as Tommy calmly tries five times to tie his shoes. Then he succeeds after all and we can leave our home, being a whole hour behind the schedule already. My goose is cooked.
With no energy left, I arrive at the office building being tardy but happy to arrive in one piece. On my way to the office I had a little car accident because I was in a hurry and took that last bend too fast. The last bit of my savings will now be eaten up, so we can forget about the trip to Savannah, visiting my mother. Going to my desk some of my colleagues are looking at me dumbfounded, but I try to keep a low profile and to reach my destination as quick as possible. For a start I breathe in and out unhurriedly. I think, I need a cup of tea. Quickly, I speed into the kitchen and make myself a whole pot of English Breakfast Tea. Back at my desk, I begin with my work. After some time, Mr. Roach drops in at my desk and gives me a lecture about me paying heed to not always being late. You can still tell that he's in deep water, because he is still looking very pissed and objects every single error, which he hasn't done before. I notice that I'm reaching my physical limit of what I can bear, so the minute the clock strikes noon, I kiss off to the break room. I huddle up on the sofa in the corner and rest my head on the side of it while burying my feed underneath me. I quickly drift off to sleep and try to at least get some rest since I still can't bear to think of eating anything at all. The thought of food alone causes my throat to tighten up.
Well, don't get used to double chapters, but the last one was quite a bit boring ;) Two more chapters in APOV, then we switch to CPOV again.
Westie80 - Yeah, Ana and her children are constantly on his mind and this won't change.
Christian618 - The bitch can scream in his ear what she wants, his heart is louder ;)
theamazngspdergrl - Dr. Flynn will literally knock sense into him ... in chapter 38 ;D
Pielietje - I think it's amazing, how seemingly easy kids adapt to changes in their life. But it won't take so much time, until they reunite with their (new) daddy - forever ;).
1st Guest - Yeah, he got a whole new perspective on his life and will see the change more and more.
2nd Guest - Thank you for your review!
SdaisyS - Love and understanding are seldom found together. Give him some time and love will win this battle ;)
emi17 - Thank you for my 200th review! :) The relationship between Christian and Elena will be discussed in chapter 38. Do you mean the panties from the wedding? That was the day before, so they're in other trousers. Taylor doesn't play a leading role in my story, he's mostly in the background. I think Christian knows that he was a prick, even without her file, so in chapter 30 he won't make the same mistake again ;).
