Words Instead Of Said Novels & Stories

Not right away. Then, finally, he said it. Soft. Low. Like the words had burned on their way out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He said again and again upon kneeling in front of me. “You say that a couple of times today it doesn’t feel like a word now.”

Christian spoke. He hates them. Most of the time Christian did not realize how much impact his cold words left, but I just had to get used to it. “How are you, how is my baby?” “Our baby.” I corrected him. The word, our, was something important to me—it wasn’t his baby it was our baby. “Our baby.” He repeated. “She’s doing fine and so am I.” “You know, I was going to ask about you next.” Christian chuckled.“Wait, let me go someplace quiet.” He excused himself.