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Jude seems to take that as a good sign, his entire face lighting up with joy. But whatever Abel said is anyone’s guess.
Above the crib is a mural of trees, grass, and wild, exotic animals with Abel’s name spelled out in great big bold letters.
The room smells of fresh paint, so I know this was done recently. Perhaps even today.
It’s when Jude turns and takes a few steps towards the other crib pushed against the left wall I feel the last bit of my strength slipping from me.
My knees going weak, I have to lean against the doorframe to keep from falling over.
“And this will be your brother or sister’s bed,” Jude says, reaching out to touch the white railing of the crib.
I watch Jude stroke the wood tenderly and my ears fill with static.
The static is so loud I can barely hear him as he murmurs, “One day you’ll have your own room. When you’re older and can sleep without rails. But for now, I’ll feel better with you both here.”
How long?
How long has he been planning on getting me pregnant?
Just as long as he planned on moving us in with him?
Or did he somehow have that crib delivered and assembled today? While we were at the meeting?
I know money can make things happen… but we were only there for a couple of hours…
At least I think it was only a couple of hours.
So much shit has happened today, I don’t even know what time it is.
Is it even the same day?
Maybe I’ve lost time somewhere… maybe… maybe this is a fucking nightmare.
“Eden?”
Jude’s voice is so close I feel my brain snapping back into my skull like a rubber band stretched too far.
Blinking, I force my eyes to come into focus and tip my head up a little to see him peering down at me with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asks, a wrinkle appearing between his brows.
My lips… my mouth is too dry.
And my throat fucking hurts.
“No,” I rasp and grab onto the doorframe.
The world is spinning out of control around me, and the doorframe is the only thing keeping me in place.
Keeping me from flying off the fucking edge of the world and floating into space.
Screaming.
Jude shifts Abel so he can grab me.
Arm wrapping around my waist, he tries to pull me into him, but I don’t want to give up my hold on the doorframe.
Shaking my head, my nails dig into the wood, ruining the paint.
