THE INTERROGATIONS
Ogling at my sexy husband as he hibernates this morning gives me a hybrid . Things really took a drastic wrong spin yesterday. Even though he slept hugging me and our baby in my belly, I know that peace will be wrecked this morning after he wakes up. That bitch is real turmoil. A pest. A pain in the core.
Why didn't she just stay wherever she was? IMAO! They should have continued their wherever they were and stayed the fuck off our lives.
I slowly peel Jerol's arms off me, and after tapping my feet on the floor, I spring up, to kiss him on the forehead before wrapping a bathrobe on myself.
This morning was deemed to be phenomenal after yesterday, and despite the fact all ravaged, I still want to make it sensational - for Jerol, me, and our baby. Like I , he was over the clouds with my pregnancy news last night before drifting to sleep. At some point, I saw tears of joy brimming in his eyes. He couldn't stop me for this, as if I got myself pregnant, sigh!
All in all, he knows that we are about to become parents. He does not want me to him and I am not pondering on that. Never! We are so much in love and we need each other. And that is all that matters. I believe that that is more than to enable us cope with this sudden hell of a change. I believe we can still be through this.
As long that bitch sticks her ass within her limits, as long as she does not infringe the , we will have no problems. It is for a few days anyway, then she can get ugly face out of our house.
"Morning, ma'am!" Terry greets me as I saunter to the kitchen while the other bow slightly in honor and acknowledgement of my presence.
"Morning, Terris! Umh, I will be making breakfast for my husband and I. You can for the rest of you." I say as I embark on my mission.
"Alright, ma'am. And, here. I had prepared your juice." Terry says, handing me my of juice which I can't do without.
"Thank you, Terry." I say as I grab the juice and sip on it, and my baby grumbles with as I swallow the juice.
Mmh!
I am so feverish about this pregnancy. The inkling of a baby is giving me throbbing . I can only anticipate the feeling of holding it in my arms for the first time, it cry for the first time, and breastfeeding it. All that is taking a toll glee on . I can't wait to see Jerol's face that particular day. I know he will have welcomed first baby already but, I know his joy that day will be immeasurable. Surreal!
I am not even apprehensive that I have never raised a child, or that I did not have a model as a mother. I know basically nothing about children and parenting, but I more than certain that I will shower my child with love, care, and protection. I will my child all the love that I can afford. I will never be like my ludicrous selfish to my children. I don't even think I want my children to meet that shit of a ! Heaven forgive me if I am being a bitch.
"Hey, you?" I am snapped from my thoughts and my breakfast preparation business that annoying voice. I turn to the door, same with Terry and other servants, to this woman. "What was your name again?" She queries as she strolls towards , her eyes not leaving me, and her belly bump caged in her arms.
Maybe this is how pregnant women stay all their pregnancy period? Holding on to the bump to perhaps prevent it from falling? Or hold the baby still in the uterus?
What this gesture means.
"I asked you a question! I did not tell you to start admiring my baby bump!" She again.
She possesses such vigor for a heavily pregnant woman of her semester, and more for a filthy guest. Sigh!
"Tessa!" I respond flatly, turning to the cooker to check on my sausages.
"Tessa who?" She asks behind me.
What sort of a question?
"Tessa Angeline McCall!" I affirm, turning to her to understand her motive for the of quizzes.
"You and Jerol aren't married yet. You are not, and can never be a McCall! I know family pretty well. They can never accept such a nobody like you." She scoffs, she got me thinking.
She seems so equipped with authentic information about me and everything to do me and Jerol. Why? How does she even know that Jerol and I are not married?
And a nobody? It is the second time she has called me that.
I know this loose-mouthed bitch will not hold back anything she wishes to say to anything. I have no problem with that at all. She can say anything about me, but
I don't want her to shame my husband.
I turn to the servants.
"Leave us, please. I will call you to resume your chores." I say.
"Yes, ma'am. Excuse us." They chorus together as they stroll out.
"Such a rich title for a filthy nobody!" The bitch murmurs under her breath, rolling round big eyes.
"I am just curious, though. How and where did you get so much info about this ?" I implore.
"I am a senator's daughter in case that missed your ears yesterday. I can dig out even information of your ancestors in a flash if I so wish. Connections, and power! I both." She retorts.
I see.
"Why though?" I ask again, because my curiosity is not yet quelled.
"I was hoping to find even just a single intriguing detail about the garbage that , my fiance replaced me with so soon. Unfortunately, I ended up so , Tessa! Plain Tessa! No surname. No family. No friends. No education.
No career. No, nothing! And you think you can fit in such a highly reputable family?
You are pathetically deluding yourself." She says, mocking me.
If she insulted me like this before I met my husband, I would probably be tearing up running away to hide in a corner. I would be nursing all sorts of inferiority complex shame fused with the 'not worth' senses. But Jerol taught me to never let anyone down on me. He has taught me to be proud of who I am and not what people of me or see me as.
"If you knew Jerol as I do, madam senator's daughter, you should know that he just 't pick anything in skirt. There must be something spectacular in me that his heart. Something that charmed even his family to accept me. Something you lack." I fire.
"And what could that be?" She mocks.
She really is testing my patience now. I am not in the mood for bakering and , but she is asking for it, and I serve all my meals hot and spiced.
"There are a lot, actually. Should we talk about morals first? I am not a shameless like you, Ellie!" I fume.
"How dare..." I grab her hand mid-air as she launches a slap, pulling it down roughly.
"Your hands are better off holding on to your precious belly bump. Stick them there your own safety if you do not want any regrets." I spit my serious threat to her because I don't think I will have it in me to hold myself back from slapping the out of her if she attempts this again.
If it weren't for this baby she is carrying, I sure would have broken a bone or two in .
"I will deal with you, bitch!" She scoffs.
"I will be waiting. But make sure you have all it takes to fight me." I affirm.
"You bet you are no match for me!" She says.
"That remains to be seen, Ellie!" I refuse to back down. Not to this bitch! Not to no .
"Very well then. In the meantime, prepare some delicious chicken soup for me and the garbage you cook in the slums where you come from. My baby is craving for ." She says.
Sorry, I do what? What am I to her now? Her slave? Her nanny? I am sorry, Jerol. I this is your baby that she is carrying but that is not enough excuse for her to on me like this. I am also pregnant, you know? Duh!
"Well? Get moving because I am starving, you bitch!" She barks.
"I am not your slave, b.i.t.c.h! I am not your nanny, and neither your friend to care!" I , shocking the fuck out of her.
"Meaning?" She queries amidst her confusion.
"Meaning, you have two options, Ellie. You either get your lazy arse moving and the fucking damn soup yourself or..."
"You can't be serious!" She cuts me off. "Are you blind? Can't you see my ?"
Scoff at that!
All I can see is a huge belly bump and not broken bones or a weary body. If she has so much strength to fight, why can't she coom?
"You are just pregnant and not sick, madam senator's daughter! And your games 't work on me!" I state.
"What is the other option because I am not used to fighting with stupid utensils and ? I don't belong to your class, you know?" She says.
"I thought as much! You forgot to add that you are lazy and inexperienced in this field because this is not just about class. Or are you ashamed of your weaknesses?" I .
"Stop your stupid lectures and tell me what I need to hear!" She fumes between teeth.
"You drag your ass outside and look for the servant to prepare whatever you need.
They are at your disposal, as long as you treat them with the utmost respect they . I will not hesitate to withdraw their services to you if it is brought to my that you are mistreating them." I emphasize.
"You are thinking too highly of yourself. Who gave you such authority?" She mocks.
"Me!" We both snap to the door where Jerol's voice echoed from. He strolls inside, walks to my side, this bitch following every step he takes until she faces us. "She the queen of this castle. Everything about this castle is under her management. And
I am at this very moment putting you under her too, Ellie!" Jerol speaks omnipotently.
"Her? You can't humiliate me like, Jerol!" She fights back.
"You bet I haven't even started. But you can avoid all this chagrin if you stick to your as a guest here. This is not your father's house. You are no one special either!"
Jerol affirms.
"I am seven fucking months pregnant with your child. And this is how you are me?" She queries with fury.
"I am giving you much more privileges than you deserve, and you know it. And you not the only one pregnant for me. My wife is also pregnant and she doesn't need bakering. If you become a threat to her peace, I..."
"What? You will kick me out? For this ch..."
"Enough!" Jerol roars with a deafening high pitch. He adds after a moment. "I won't think twice about doing that. This serves as the first and the last warning, Ellie!"
The bitch is in denial of what just transpired. She can't believe that Jerol yelled at her.
Well, I, on the other hand, I feel like a number one. The Queen herself. The queen of heart. That I am!
"Are done, love?" Jerol asks me after withdrawing her stern gaze from the witch.
"Yeah. I think I am done. I will carry this to the table." I say as I remove the cooked from the fire.
"I will help you." He says as he gets the plate for me.
After putting everything on the tray, he carries it for me, while I hook my hand around waist as we stride out of the kitchen, leaving the bitch to ponder on how she wants live here.
I am surprised that Jerol actually doesn't care about her. I thought the baby would him to her, but no. I was wrong. I hope she learns her place and sticks to it!