Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Three - Peace of MInd

After the day I've had, I just took a quick shower and changed into some of my most comfortable short PJ pants and a loose fitting T-shirt, because being comfortable is lighter on the mind.

Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, spun around, frowning at the length of my PJ's.

Shrugging because Bas, the only other male in the house, whose like a brother to me, won't be bothered about my clothes.

Chuckling, Adian's going to have to deal with it, if he has a problem with me, in fact after my luncheon with his mother and ex-girlfriend, he's going to be happy that I didn't disappear again.

Mr. Peters is a really wise man and I hope I seek his constant wisdom, instead of running, like my subconscious wanted to, but maybe the reason Adian haven't said anything yet, is because I would run.

His relationship with Samantha was before we decided to make a go at our marriage and I can't hold a grudge against an innocent baby, I just can't.

This is not who I am and protecting children is my number one priority.

Hopefully, I can be a supportive wife and helpful to Adian if he includes me, but if Samantha isn't living with him, then its a choice Adian made and since Amelia is excited about the baby, then living with Amelia sounds like the better option and that also means, Amelia won't be bothered about my pregnancy and my baby when it becomes public.

With my hand on my flat stomach, I smiled at my reflection.

Yes, I'm at peace, for now!

"Mama promises, Amelia won't get her hands in you baby, I promise you." I whispered confidently.

Brushing my hair back, but leaving it hanging loose to breathe a bit, I made my way downstairs to have dinner, that Mel and Mrs. Harris finished making.

Can my stomach take more abuse after having eating out so much today.

"Hey guys, need some help?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Harris already giving a bag to Gerard with his dinner, which he will deliver as soon as Adian and Basil gets here.

"Did Adian say what time he'll be here?" I asked curiously, because he's been MIA all day even though he knew where I was, but I guess with Jerry in the hospital, he's got his hands full.

Nodding, Gerard turns to me, "he called just before you went to shower. He's on his way." Gerard admitted and I turned to Mel who was still in her work clothes.

"You could go shower and I'll remain here until" I walked closer to give her a nudge as she sips a glass of wine.

I stared at the glass in her hand, wondering if I could survive seven to eight months, alcohol and caffeine free.

Taking a large gulp, emptying her drink down her throat, Mel nods, "good idea" she chuckles turning to the sink, with a goofy grin in her face.

With a frown I raised my eyebrows at her happy light mood, "how much has she had?" I whispered to Mrs. Harris who, with a brief look at Mel's back, put three fingers up at me.

"Three glasses?" I mouthed in surprise, because I'm the one who always go overboard with the wine.

Gerard, who sat observing us, chuckles as Mel turn to giggle at us.

"You okay?" I asked scrutinizing her flushed cheeks. "Do you want help to go upstairs?" I offered.

Coming forward, Mel embraces me with a peck on my cheek.

"I'm good" she assures me, "if you hear me rolling down then stairs, then you can come running." She continues to giggle making her way to the hallway.

I wrapped my arm around her waist instead, nodding to Gerard, "here, we need to talk , so lets go." I pushed her forward slightly to make our ascent to her bedroom.

The walk to her bedroom was a small task because of Mel's four inch advantage against my shorter frame.

I was so caught up in the drama of my life, that U haven't spoken or shown any interest in Mel's visit to Mr. Knox's office.

I hope it's not a bad thing and I will support whatever she's dealing with.

Mel started to strip as we entered her bedroom.

I gazed around the room, as I sat on her bed to wait for her.

It's the same as Adian's except the colour scheme is so much brighter.

We will have to turn one of the bedrooms that's closest to mines into a nursery for the baby and maybe for convenience, two nurseries

So much planning and unsure of the time do we have for Samantha's baby? She was partially hidden the entire time so I did not see much.

Is she actually pregnant or did Amelia use her to make me panic at the news?

"F**k!" I muttered to myself.

Is it possible, Ameila's playing with my mind again? Maybe that's the reason Adian hasn't mentioned Samantha.

Thank God, I didn't panic the way I normally do and if I had approached Adian, I would have appeared insecure and immature for accusing him of something his mother is using to break me once again.

Chucking at my stupidity, because other than Mr. Peters whom I confided in, no one else knows about it but the security. I have to get his number. Darn!

"What is that big battle going on in the mind of yours?" Mel commented as she returned from the shower wrapped in a towel, staring down at me with a confused expression.

I returned her confused stare.

With her index finger, she circles her face, "you had so much emotions going back and forth here, I got so confused" she chuckles softly.

Joining in with her, "and you're the one with alcohol in your system" I retorted with the same humor.

Shaking her head, "yeah, we have to talk." She agrees, "we should have a girls lime after dinner." Mel suggests and I nod in agreement, before she walks into the dressing room.