Chapter Thirty Seven
Emma looked at the closed door
in shock and wondered what the hell had gone wrong. One minute they were
planning their Christmas festivities, and now she was alone. She fumed for a
little while, not happy but not wanting to chase after him and continue the
fight. He’d been so angry, she couldn’t believe it, he’d said some horrible
things, all because she had invited his parents to join them for Christmas. Her
parents were due in a few hours, and he was meant to be picking them up along
with the extra groceries that she had managed to order during her mad panic
that morning. . Instead she was left with everything to do.
A squawk from the monitor in
the corner of the room alerted her to the fact that Lena was awake. She was
such a good baby, but she had the greatest timing too. Climbing the stairs she
picked up her little girl and gave her a settling cuddle. Then carried her
downstairs, sat in her highchair she fed her banana and some juice and she was
immediately quiet.
Emma sighed, hating that she
felt on the verge of tears, but the fight with Jacob had unsettled her, and she
was now feeling dreadful. Her parents were due soon she didn’t have everything
ready, Christmas was meant to be a fun time, but instead she’d managed to get
stressed out to the max. What was happening to her?
Closing her eyes she relived
the moment when Jacob had emerged from the shower hours earlier. She had
suddenly realised that she didn’t have enough of anything, so she’d been on the
phone to the local supermarket begging them to fit her on to the delivery list for
later that day. But they were full. They offered her the chance to collect it
in person, but she felt as though she was treading water, there was too much to
do and it seemed that panicking was making her do very little.
Then Jacob’s parents had
called.
Jacob had wanted their first
Christmas as parents to be just the three of them, him, her and their little
girl. But she’d insisted on inviting her parents months ago, and now that his
parents were at a loose end and trying to amend their earlier scorn and
disinterest she’d felt obliged to invite them too. Since Lena had arrived
they’d made more effort and surely Christmas was a time to forgive? To offer an
olive branch?
But he hadn’t seen it that
way.
“All I want is the three of us, a turkey and some
gifts. Is that too much to ask?”
When she’d shaken her head and
said, “it’s a time for family Jacob, and we both have families.”
“And neither has given a shit about us for years.
We’ve done everything on our own Emma, or do you forget that? They weren’t
there for you when Theo Samuel screwed you over, and they weren’t there when
you had auditions in two places at the same time and needed to get across the
city in record time, and they weren’t there for you when you had a twenty eight
hour labour delivering Lena. We didn’t need them then and we don’t need them
now! It’s just the three of us.”
She shook her head again,
“you’re wrong Jacob. If we let hatred dominate how we live our lives and how we
bring up our daughter then it’ll spell disaster. Can’t you see that?”
He shook his head, “three of
us or nothing, that’s what I want.”
And he’d left, stormed out.
He’d not walked out on her
before, never thrown down an ultimatum. In the past their relationship had been
volatile, but since Lena they’d become best friends, he had supported her in
everything she did. She couldn’t ask for a better partner. He didn’t want her
travelling to LA to audition for a few major roles, but he knew she wanted it,
that her career was important, so he’d taken her, driven her around, supported
her in every way. He cared for Lena from day one to allow her to work, and he
never complained. So this disappearance scared her, nothing until now had phased
him, but he’d stormed out hours ago and she felt bereft.
And there was so much to do.
After her lunch Lena was keen
to get out of the chair, so Emma lifted her out, sat her down in the corner of
the large kitchen on a rug with some toys. She had to stuff the turkey, prepare
the veg, and make the dessert for dinner the following day, if she could do
that it would leave her enough time to get to the supermarket and then the
airport.
Rushing upstairs to change
after spilling food onto her shirt, she fell on the top stair and bruised her
knee, by the time she hobbled back into the kitchen to find Lena fast asleep on
her play mat, Emma burst into tears. Where the hell was her husband?
Carrying Lena back upstairs,
she laid the exhausted little girl in her cot, then pulled off her jeans to see
a gash across the front of her knee. As she was about to clean, disinfect and
cover it up she heard a noise downstairs.
“Jacob? Jacob?” Emma stormed through every room in
the house trying to find her absent husband. “Bloody hell, where are you?”
Throwing open the door to the
garage, the last place he could be, she froze. Stood there unloading the much anticipated
grocery shop was Jacob...and his parents. All three looked up and Jacob’s eyes
widened with humour, whilst his parents looked a little embarrassed. Her eyes
moved between the three faces until she realised that she wasn’t wearing jeans,
she was stood there in a fairly short t-shirt and her lacy knickers. Jacob
stepped towards her, blocking her from her parents view, a smile appearing on
his face.
Emma saw red, this was all his
fault, he’d abandoned her, now he was laughing at her. Without a care she
reached out and slapped his face.
“Excuse me,” he hissed at his parents as he grabbed
her upper arm and dragged her towards the stairs. By the time he reached the
bedroom his fury was no calmer and he turned to her.
“What the hell was THAT all about? Hitting me? In
front of my parents?”
“YOU! You walked out, you left me, you told me that was
it.”
He laughed, “you thought I’d
leave you for good? Over this?”
When she shrugged he laughed
dryly, “I’ve been queuing at the bloody supermarket for over an hour getting
the groceries YOU wanted, when YOU wanted them, because I always do as you tell
me. Don’t I?”
She shrugged looking a little
more vulnerable than she had, “you said you’d had enough.”
When she dropped to the bed,
her head in her hands, he noticed the blood and bruising to her knee, “what the
hell have you done?”
She sighed, “I fell, trying to
rush...”
Kneeling on the floor in front
of her he lifted her chin, made her look at him, “I love you Emma, but you
drive me up the bloody wall sometimes.”
“You stormed out! You acted like a child.”
“We fight all the time, you’ve never listened to me
yet, so why now?”
Emma wiped a hand across her
face, “we haven’t fought like this, not for ages, and you’ve never stormed out
on me. That’s what I do. You are a silent fumer.”
He sat back onto his heels and
laughed, “if I did differently then it’s because you make me that way! Look
life was never going to be a fairytale of hearts and flowers, or smiles and
fairy dust. You are a pain in the ass, demanding, annoying...” When her face
fell he laughed, “and I am hot-headed and impatient and I will always say the
wrong thing, we are the same people. It was all that passion and anger and
fighting that has made this work. That’s what we are. We fight...but we make
up, that’s what we do.”
“All I want
is us to have a good Christmas, I wanted everyone to see how organised we are,
how perfect our life is...”
Running a thumb across her
bottom lip with a sigh he offered, “hosting a faultless Christmas dinner is not
a sign of how perfect our lives are. Bringing Lena up in a home of love,
devotion, friendship...that is perfect. All the things that we missed. My aim
is to give her...and you, the love and support that I never had. I’ll humour
this Christmas thing, of course I will...but allow me the chance to kick off
every now and again when things aren’t quite how I like them, ok?”
She gave a little nod and he
sighed, “I love you Emma, I really do, more than I ever thought possible, but I’m
not about to become a sap who sits at home all subservient. I’ll shout and
scream and fight, ok? But then I’ll traipse off to the supermarket, get the
shopping you want, and even pick my parents up. Because it’s what you want, and
all I want is to make you happy.”
“Your father saw me half naked!”
He laughed, “Happy Christmas
Dad, hey? Now...how long can we make this ‘discussion’ last?” As he asked the
words he was already tipping her back on to the bed. “Long enough to get
started on a brother or sister for Lena?”
She paused, a hand on his
chest, “you want more?”
He nodded nipping kisses over
her skin as he started to remove her t-shirt. “Both of us are an only child,
didn’t do either of us any good, did it?”
As he devoured her,
overwhelming her with his love and devotion, just as he promised, Emma thought
her heart might burst with love. For her life WAS perfect, for as long as she
had him, and Lena...and any other child that might follow.
Aww...I loved the ending.
ReplyDelete:) It wasn't a cliche perfect ending, which is perfect for this story.
Kind of sad that its come to an end, but I've loved the story.
Thank you very much :)
Samaira T