Mel stares at my forlorn face and shakes her head with a grin, as if she can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this. Pete called me a trigger once, and the thought that Remy might want to avoid me to stay blue eats me up like acid. I asked if he was speedy, and he said they were all focused on keeping that under control, and to relax, that he was trying very hard to stay blue. Like a true guy, he was not very talkative on the phone except to say that they’re there if I need anything, and that Remington is training nonstop. I’ve called Pete to ask if everything was okay and he said yes. I’ve heard you call Pete and ask how he is.” “Hey, you want them too! Your eyes bug out of your head when I’m listening to the other end of the line like you want supersonic ears to hear. She seems to be completely unable to keep the laughter from her voice. “Why? Riley asks, and Remington asked me to send daily reports before he left that day. “Stop sending reports, Melanie,” I say glumly that afternoon. Being on bed rest, you have nothing to do but let your head come up with a thousand and one stories about what is going on out there-in the world, without you-and none of these stories are pleasant. I’ve defended him, me, and our baby to my parents daily, telling them that I have not been discarded or used, that he’s brought me here to be supported and taken care of, but to hear him say that he doesn’t want me at the Underground sucks balls.Īll the misery I’ve been trying to keep at bay is coming at me from all sides now that I’m angry at him and don’t want to have reason to be angry at him, but, god, I can’t help it. The spotting has stopped completely, but the hormones in me? They are raging.
Our baby is doing well, and I’m so excited the cream seems to be working. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like sending him shit.
When Riley talked to Melanie this morning, he told her to tell me that Remington hoped I liked my flowers, and that he wants me to send the link of the song I told him about yesterday by text. I added the red, fuming emoticon after that so he’d know he’d pissed me off, then I tossed the phone aside and stewed in my own juices until I wanted to explode. You want me home? So all your fans can scream at you and see you and not ME? Fuck you! So he wasn’t anxious to see me then at all? He answered: Just stay the fuck home and wait for me.
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