Oh look, an update! Wow that's amazing. My apologies, to any who have been wondering where the heck I have been (mostly on holiday). I know, it's been about three or four months! Long story short, I had computer troubles, then writers block. But now I come bearing a chapter!
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Ok, sappy stuff over, onto the chapter. Yes, the pictures suck. But it's the words that matter, right? Oh and the first part is very short but the end is quite interesting...
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Chapter Seven: 12 Reasons Why Amar is the Best Husband in the World. 1) He turned the office into a nursery for the latest addition to the Simons family, since we have no more room in our tiny home, and not enough money for a renovation yet.
2) Amar is every bit the responsible father – when he’s off work that is. At least he’s happy to have two sons, although I suspect he’s peeved because they don’t actually look anything like him.
3) He picks me up when I fall asleep on the pavement from exhaustion.
4) He cleans up when I can’t.
5) He’s there for his sons.
6) He’s still got it.
7) He’s proud of his kids.
8 ) He doesn’t make me do all the work.
9) He passed on his charisma to little Ash.
10) He passed on his good looks to Ash! Well, I did too.
11) He doesn’t care that I’m the size of a whale, for the third time.
12) He knows how to deal with crazy people in kimonos.
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It was pretty uneventful in the Simons house, until the day I came home from a walk to find an intruder standing in my living room. She was skinny, snobby and decked out in Gucci, and acted as if she owned
my house. She looked like she had been expecting me, though I’d never seen her before in my life.
She was pretty, in a sinister way. Her looks almost gave me the chills.
“Oh, look at the glowing mother.” She cooed, though her eyes stayed as cold as the late Beak-nosed Benjiman (RIP).
I shuddered away from her touch. I didn’t want her hands anywhere near my precious (hopefully female) unborn child. “And who the hell are you? What are you doing in my home?” I spat a bit too forcefully. A blob of spit landed on her face. She didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m a… Associate of ESG’s - and need I remind you that it was his generosity that gave you this…” She looked around at the dirty dishes and homework mess in disdain, “…What you call a home.” I shouldn’t have been surprised. ESG had been too quiet for my liking, but despite this I’d been lulled into a false sense of security and contentment. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last.
“What does he need associates for if he knows everything I think about?”, I interrupted before she could continue. It only caused her to smirk. Or at least, what she must have thought a smirk was.
“Oh, that was merely a temporary measure to ensure your commitment to your cause. You can think all you want now. I am simply here to inform you that your husband is only a temporary measure as well.”
“W-what?” I barely whispered.
“He has been helpful in achieving our main goal – the next generation, yes, and also keeping you in your place. He worked exactly as planned,but his contract soon expires and he will have to be recalled.” I stood speechless for a moment, trying to decide between anger and tears. I chose anger.
“Who are you, to come into my house and make such presumptions? Get out.” I tried to sound dangerous, though I was hardly a threat in my current state.
The woman smirked. It was really getting old. She was smirking too much. “Now, now, stress is bad for the baby, Ms. Simons. You know I only state the facts.", I simply glared, my composure nearly broken from her blatant stab at my marital status. I could crush her by simply sitting on her, but I shivered at the thought of actually touching her. Her eyes darted too quickly, missing nothing. I wouldn't have chance against her anyway. Instead, I walked to the front door and opened it purposefully. She must have decided it was better to leave me to my own turmoil. “Very well, but you should know we're watching.” She sauntered past me and down the porch steps, briskly walking away. The tense atmosphere was somewhat spoiled by her tripping on an old beer can lying on the pavement. I stared after her angrily, my mind reeling.
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