Sometimes I feel like he loves me or maybe I just concluded.
I was dispatched to the hospital. Bed rest is needed. I was surprised because when I came out, papa and Ezekiel were talking. Papa blushed in anger as Zeke didn't budge and remained cold.
When our eyes met I immediately avoided. It's not like before that I want to stare into his eyes.
My chest throbbed when I heard them talk to papa. Papa's threatening words and Zeke's deep responses that seemed to matter.
I took a deep breath as Darla stared at me. She did not leave. Her eyes widened as she stared at me. Criticizing into my personality.
"Without Ezekiel I might hav shout at you." she said coldly. "We will talk. Rest first and I don't care if you're pregnant because we will really talk. Stupid!"
I laughed. That stopped when I caught Zeke's eye.
"Stupid!" I heard Darla swearing again before saying goodbye to papa and getting into her car.
"Take care of yourself and my grandson." Dad stroked my hair.