All Chapters of In Three Years: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I get up early as I usually do, and I overhear Spencer and Amory talking. He’s at the end of the hallway with her bedroom door open. The DNA test he subpoenaed is Friday, and I’m kind of surprised after everything Amory is holding firm with seeing this through. After Spencer leaves, she tells me we’re spending this weekend upstate again. She also drops it on me that she and Gabby will be staying together in a room with Spencer. Fucking guy is agreeing to ANYTHING to get closer to her! I’m wholeheartedly against this, but I have no time to argue as my princess waddles into the kitchen begging to be picked up! Spencer comes home in time for dinner every night for the rest of the week. He also clears the table while Amory and I tend to washing the dishes, and he even puts Stephany to bed. When Amory and I head down to the club each night, he comes down for a while too, but only until Amory is too busy being a boss lady to give him any attention. On Friday, the dynamics o

I’m surprised that Spencer and Amory are already up as I make my way to the kitchen in time to hear him ask her, “why do you eat that every day”? From the doorway, I see Amory is sitting on the island countertop with Spencer in front of her. He has his arms resting on her thighs and his hands clasped together behind her back. She shrugs before saying, “tastes good. I haven’t been able to stomach guacamole since I was pregnant, but this still tastes good”! “Why, since you were pregnant?”, he asks. “Because she ate it by the bowlful. She ate so much of it, she started to smell like cilantro and lime juice”, I state. Amory turns her body enough to look at me in the doorway still as she laughs. “Your mom’s guacamole was amazing though”, she says. I just have to roll my eyes. My mother literally made it for her every day, “she was just happy to have someone eat all the vegetables. If she could have permanently moved you into my old bedroom, she would have”!

Watermelon… Cucumber… Cantelope… Wet pennies… No, that’s blood! Amory rubs her face into my chest as she lays asleep in my arms, but she’s already begun to bleed. When she inhales deeply and sighs, I kiss her down her neck until she moans. “Mmmm, mi Amor”, (my love) I said in my sleepy state. “No quiero dejarte ir, pero huelo sangre”, (I don’t want to let you go, but I smell blood) I told her, making her jump. “Blood?”, she suddenly gasps and squirms in my hold as I start to laugh. “My period, Jonny let me go”! “Mi Amor, I don’t care!”, (my love) I tell her as I pull her on top of me for a kiss. “I do! Now let me use the bathroom”, she says when our lips part, making me laugh as I let her go. “Jonny, change the sheets and your shirt… I’ll buy you a new one”, she says as she leaves the room quickly. I just shook my head before climbing out of the bed and striping the sheets off. I toss the bed sheets into the washing machine, completely ignoring Spencer

I wake up with Amory snuggled up in my arms and kissed her lips even though she’s asleep, but I’m more then sure subconsciously she knows I’m here. She rubs her face into my chest and sighs before quietly whimpering out my name! I gave her one last peck before slipping out of the bed and heading back to the guest bedroom. That was the best sleep I’ve had in days!When I’m dressed, I head to the coffee pot. Spencer comes out a few minutes later and gulps down a mug of black coffee, blahck it’s still gross to watch! He doesn’t say a word as he leaves! Meme and Stephany eventually join me before Amory finally gets up.She stretches and says, “that was the best sleep I’ve had in a while”.“Jonny should sneak in more often then”, Meme blurts out, making me choke into my coffee. Amory looked at me as I stared at Meme in shock. “What? I went to climb in bed with my bestie when her daughter’s snoring woke me up last night, but you were already there”!Amory shakes her h

I’m again awoken by Amory as she climbs into the bed with me breathing erratically. “Mi Amor”, (my love) I tell her as I pull her hands from her face. She’s in full-on panic attack mode and clearly struggling to breathe. I climbed out of the bed and threw my clothes on, before leading her back to her room to dress her. Amory has tears streaming down her face as she pulls at her own hair. I find myself literally dressing her a piece of clothing at a time, as she even struggles to wiggle into her panties, I’m pulling up her legs. Once she’s dressed, I take her down to the kitchen and sit her on the table with her feet on the chair so she can rest her elbows on her knees and hold her head up. I then search through the cabinets to find something more denser than her usual breakfast and thankfully find plain oatmeal. I heat up the hot water and soak the oats while I cut up two peaches. I mix it all together with honey and sit on the seat wedged between her legs and place h