A Moosehead Spring: Max and Rose by ChaShiree M. & MK Moore

A Moosehead Spring: Max and Rose by ChaShiree M. & MK Moore

Author:ChaShiree M. & MK Moore [M., ChaShiree & Moore, MK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BreedingNation Publishing
Published: 2021-03-20T04:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER FOUR

ROSE

The next day, I sit at the table in the makeshift workspace the guys whipped up for us when it was no longer safe to go back to the store. Instead of working with my friends like I am supposed to be doing, I can only think about myself. I mean people have been hit by cars, but I can only think about myself right now. I am supposed to be entering phone messages for Migan to call back into our system but all I want to do is go to bed. I am so sad right now that I don’t want to do anything, especially not this. It’s Monday and blah already but this kind of talk and the way I feel makes it so much worse. Plus, my cute one hundred square foot office that was tucked in an unused closet at the shop was destroyed. There was limited space, and everyone wanted an office, so I took the smallest one, but I decorated the shit out of it. IKEA was my friend for sure.

“Maybe April Howard did it,” Kennedy says.

“No way, she loves us,” Penny replies.

“Yeah, she really does,” Ava says.

“Evangeline?” Penny offers, shrugging her shoulders.

“You think the owner of the fabric store where we spend thousands of dollars every month would do something like this?” Migan asks.

“Yeah, not likely,” Kennedy says.

“The Samantha’s?” I ask, finally getting out of my funk.

“Samantha Hillman lives in England now, remember?” Migan says.

"And Samantha Brown would never hit someone with her car. Besides, I think she has a minivan,” Kennedy says, shaking her head.

“Jasmine Bradberry might’ve,” Penny says, but I’ve tuned out again. I can’t concentrate on anything anymore.

At home, I make a building block fort with the kids and start dinner, but I feel like I am on autopilot. I keep trying to make things better with sex but all that does is remind me that I won’t be getting pregnant at the end of it.

Why can’t he see that I need this? It’s more than a want at this point. I need another baby. I want those precious first moments that were stolen from me.

Man, maybe I should see a therapist about this. I’m starting to scare myself. The timer on the crockpot goes off and I leave the kids playing on the floor. I‘ve been slow-cooking beef and broccoli for almost five hours. It’s going to be delicious over the rice I made. In the three years we’ve been married, I’ve gone through two crockpots. It’s pretty much the only tool in my arsenal. I use it pretty much every day. The only time I don’t is if we are going to someone else's house for dinner. The kids are having dino nuggets and corn, which is pretty much all they ever want, but I’ve gotten the veggie nuggets. The damn commercial was right, they can’t tell the difference.

I’m quiet when Max comes home from work. He kisses each of the kids and then me before going into the bedroom.



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