After she was gone, I brought him some baked chicken marinated in lemon sauce and mushroom soup. He didn't even take the beautiful silver platter I had spent my last fifty dollars to bring him the chicken. Since I am carrying his child, I guess he figured that I would need it more than him.
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"I know you scratched Bailey's car."
"Oh come on." I said still picking up trash.
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He fell backwards and his head hit the edge of the
kitchen table hard. I didn't know exactly how bad
it was until I saw blood on the edge of the table
and on the floor around his head. I ran to the bathroom
and came back with a clean wet wash cloth and a large
towel to wrap around his head. When I went back into
the kitchen, he was still lying at the same spot.
There was even more blood than before. I pressed the
cloth on the exact spot that was bleeding and wrapped
the big towel over it to hold the cloth in place.
I pinned everything together with a safety pin out
of my housedress. I knew I shouldn't try to pick him
up as I am pregnant but I reckoned one little time
wouldn’t hurt. Hence, I picked him up and slung
him over my shoulder. I carried him back to what is
now our bedroom and laid him across our unkempt bed.
I made a mental note to get the sheets washed and
pressed the next day. That night, I moved most of
my stuff over to my new home. I was taking a break
around nine when there was a loud knock at the door.
I opened it slowly as I knew exactly who was on the
It's been two months since I moved in. I think I lost the baby I was carrying. However, it is okay as we can try for another baby again. I went back to work and he's been at home waiting for me everyday. The head injury kind of disabled him. Then, there's this problem about the smell. No matter how much Lysol I spray, it just doesn't seem to cover it. I can't open the windows because flies like to congregate around him. I would end up using a whole can of Raid to get rid of them. However, it's okay. I would never let a little thing like smell break up our happy home.
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