Post by Shelby on Mar 4, 2017 1:38:05 GMT
Chardonnay was sitting in her car when her phone buzzed with a new text message. After having gotten off work her body was more fatigued than it had been that morning, but her eyes were wide awake, as was her mind. Work had been rough. She had been late getting in and the first one to leave, asking for Heather to take care of the closing and making sure that nothing was amiss while she was gone. Her stomach had started to cramp from the smells of the kitchen again--the chicken, the lobster, the pasta; those were smells that she used to love, smells that she stilled loved but this damn baby was messing it all up. Screwing with her internal system, screwing with her emotions. Why was she crying in the car, now, when nothing had even happened to her? When nothing other than her own frustration was getting to her?
She wiped at her eyes and sniffed, trying to push away the self deprecating thoughts that taunted her, and reached for the phone. It was from Arthur. She sniffed again as she read through the message--he hadn't responded back because he had been driving, but now he was there, it was late, and he was probably going to bed. She scoffed. She wished she could sleep. He was probably in some hotel now, cuddling against the pillows dreaming about what was to come tomorrow, not being kept awake by... Something. She didn't even know what it was that kept her up. Some chemical in her body? Like when people had insomnia? She didn't know. Maybe that would be something to talk to Dr. Marshall about. Maybe she could take some sleeping pills so that she could get a good nights rest and now have to physically keep herself awake at work.
Again his comment of sex did nothing to jump start her heart. Sure, it sounded sentimental, but that was the point of their sex--to keep the daily pressures of their lives down, to keep themselves from blowing up at anything. Frustration. It was to keep that away, but now that was the only thing that seemed to surface in Chardonnay. She thought that maybe having sex again would calm her nerves and calm her down, but the thought of having sex with Arthur made her freeze. Having sex was what led to her being pregnant. She didn't want to do that again and risk anything else happening to her body because of sex. It was a stupid fear, she knew. She was pregnant already and couldn't get pregnant again, even without a condom, but the thought that something could happen--that maybe, just maybe because she was so unlucky, another baby would start to grow in there--made her hesitate.
"It's fine." she texted back. "I just got home from work. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep." She bit her lip. "I won't keep you up. You need your rest." To gather with his parents, she thought, shuddering at the thought.
She wiped at her eyes and sniffed, trying to push away the self deprecating thoughts that taunted her, and reached for the phone. It was from Arthur. She sniffed again as she read through the message--he hadn't responded back because he had been driving, but now he was there, it was late, and he was probably going to bed. She scoffed. She wished she could sleep. He was probably in some hotel now, cuddling against the pillows dreaming about what was to come tomorrow, not being kept awake by... Something. She didn't even know what it was that kept her up. Some chemical in her body? Like when people had insomnia? She didn't know. Maybe that would be something to talk to Dr. Marshall about. Maybe she could take some sleeping pills so that she could get a good nights rest and now have to physically keep herself awake at work.
Again his comment of sex did nothing to jump start her heart. Sure, it sounded sentimental, but that was the point of their sex--to keep the daily pressures of their lives down, to keep themselves from blowing up at anything. Frustration. It was to keep that away, but now that was the only thing that seemed to surface in Chardonnay. She thought that maybe having sex again would calm her nerves and calm her down, but the thought of having sex with Arthur made her freeze. Having sex was what led to her being pregnant. She didn't want to do that again and risk anything else happening to her body because of sex. It was a stupid fear, she knew. She was pregnant already and couldn't get pregnant again, even without a condom, but the thought that something could happen--that maybe, just maybe because she was so unlucky, another baby would start to grow in there--made her hesitate.
"It's fine." she texted back. "I just got home from work. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep." She bit her lip. "I won't keep you up. You need your rest." To gather with his parents, she thought, shuddering at the thought.