Pregnancy sure influenced my dreams a lot. It felt like I was genuinely there in my dream, with vivid colours and even the faintest sounds. They had also gotten weirder, sometimes in a fun way, sometimes not so much.
I dreamed that I was in a field of large mushrooms. They were towering over me, blocking out the sun and bathing me in darkness. I followed Clara’s voice, but anytime I caught a glimpse of her she disappeared again. I couldn’t run after her, not with the baby still in my arms.
A night of running around in my dreams hadn’t exactly made me feel well rested. When I opened my eyes it was still dark out, though I felt a stirring beside me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Robert said. He was laying behind me, but had his arm wrapped around my wa
“Oh no,” I said. “Oh, no, oh fuck no.”The baby’s vomit was everywhere, the way only babies could projectile vomit. It brought back memories of long nights with Clara back when she was a baby still, though the smell wouldn’t let my mind stray too far off my current situation.Kiara had told me where all the cleaning supplies were, but with a screaming baby and increasingly more back aches it was kind of difficult to deal with the situation. I took a calming breath, nearly joined in on the vomiting, and took the baby’s vomit soaked romper off. It took some time, but eventually we got over the whole puking incident.When Kiara had mentioned that she was struggling to find a proper babysitter, she hadn’t even considered asking me. I understood that of co
I was already regretting my decision to walk today. It seemed like nice weather and I finally had some energy again, but I forgot what it was like to walk with Clara. She was squatting over a snail on the sidewalk, looking at it with big eyes. She never really wanted to touch them, though that wasn’t because she was scared. She knew that the snail should be left alone, she just hadn’t figured out that a giant human watching it didn’t really match up with that definition. When she was content with the snail, she grabbed my hand again and pulled me further. That was until we saw a small line of ants and had to stop again. I didn’t argue with Kiara when she had made that comment, because it was true to some degree. I knew the stress of waiting for money to come in, but my situation was different from the
Mr Price could be a really hot guy, if he wasn’t such a dick.Luckily for me, dicks generally weren’t that smart. Under the cover of turning my phone on silent, I had pressed record on a voice memo. One that would be sent directly to Robert, even if he suddenly turned my phone off. I placed it screen down on the table and leaned back in the chair.“As you are probably aware, your boyfriend Robert King is under suspicion of engaging in numerous criminal acts.” Mr Price started. “We have sources indicating that you may be involved in these acts.”“Those were a lot of very vague words.” I countered. “Sources could mean you spoke to his mother, his best friend or just read it on Wikipedia. Acts can range from drinking a glass of water to committing murder
I always knew Robert was paying his lawyers a whole lot of money, and they certainly made up for that. Within fifteen minutes of my phone call to Robert, three lawyers showed up at my door, putting a stop to the FBI’s plan. Mr Price was smart. He knew that anything I told him in those fifteen minutes couldn’t be used in a court of law, so he happily kept his mouth shut. We held a silent staring contest, during which I could tell that he was rethinking his entire strategy and approach to me. He assumed that I was a dumb girl who got herself knocked up by the first rich guy she could find. He didn’t take me to be like this, to be capable of having thoughts of my own. The three lawyers were all in their mid-thirties. The one who took the lead was a woman, no older than thirty with beautiful black hair and dark brown skin. She wore a black pencil skirt with
We arrived at Robert’s office not much later. I had kind of assumed we would be going to meet him, and as it was in the middle of a weekday, there was really only one place he could be. The man was a workaholic after all.I spent the entire time chatting with Mahlia, who was much friendlier than I had ever thought a lawyer could be. She told me about the dorky guy she had been seeing, and we had a good laugh about men always thinking heart necklaces are cute.“Ms Teagan.” We were greeted by Robert’s assistant, though not the one I had been able to bond with yet. This was the scary blonde, the one who had been there for the interviews. She smiled at me for sure, a supermodel smile even, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Mr King wants to speak to you. Ms Adler, if you and your sister could wait here for a moment, we wi
The car took us straight to Robert’s house, which luckily was no longer occupied by a horde of reporters. We could go straight in through the front gate, but with Robert and his assistant being at the office, there was no one to greet us there besides the security guard to open the front door. He left immediately after, and though I kind of knew the layout of the house, I still felt like we were intruding.“Wanna go take a nap?” I asked Clara, praying that she would say yes. Clara still held onto my hand and luckily nodded her head, so I went straight for the stairs. If anything, I definitely knew where to find the bedrooms in this place.I brought her to what had been her bedroom when we had stayed here before. With her favourite stuffed animal by her side, which was a pink unicorn named Bob, Clara was asleep in no time. But much
Robert’s words stayed with me throughout dinner. It was a risk to have Clara in my full custody, was it just my own desire to have her listed as my child? I know what had crossed Robert’s mind, he was wondering if I wanted this simply to replace the loss of the baby that would never be mine.A good distraction was the food, which was heavenly once again. He made a separate kids meal for Clara, who at least really tried to eat cleanly today. She wasn’t that good at it, as near the end of dinner half her shirt was covered in sauce, but she did try.I happily listened along to Clara and Robert’s conversation. She told him about what had happened in nearly the full season of Totally Spies she saw today, and how the laser lipstick was her favourite gadget. I noticed how every few minutes Robert would look at me, but I was more tha
I was once again woken up by Robert, though now it wasn’t after a short nap but instead after a deep sleep that seemingly had lasted for days. I was refreshed, I was charged up, I was… Incredibly late to drop Clara off for school.“You sure can sleep,” Robert commented, sitting on the side of the bed. My eyes had wandered over to the alarm clock, it was 12:02 and I was officially the worst guardian she could have. I shot up in bed, but Robert blocked my way out.“Clara?” My sleepy brain managed to ask. Robert smiled.“Was taken to school by my assistant.” He answered. “We agreed that you should get some extra sleep, though I didn’t expect you to have the sleeping schedule of a teenager.”I