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“OH MY GOD, SILAS! Do something!”
I rush over to the machine, trying to collect the paint with my hands.As if that’s going to help.Silas does the same from the other side. It’s a moment of panic, we both have no idea what to do.
“Stop the machine! Silas, turn it off!” I yell, my voice laced with anxiety. I’m getting paint everywhere with my hands.This is a mess!
Silas leaves his post and looks at the buttons on the top for a second, then presses something, and we hear the sound of the machine dying down. I slide down to the floor against the machine, aware that I’m getting blue paint all over my clothes.
Sy comes to my side and drops beside me. “So I guess I forgot to close the can properly...” He chuckles and scratches his head.
“You guess!?” I glare at him, showing my paint-colored hands.
We hear a throat clear from beside us and both look up. Two employees and what looks like a manager stare at the mess, looking not so happy.Oopsie...
Silas clears his throat. “We’ll make a sizable donation to the store.”
“Mhmm,” the manager-looking guy hums, then turns and walks away, instructing the other two to clean up the mess. Since it’s going to take them a while to clean up, we leave the store empty-handed with a mini dent in our wallet.
When we arrive at the car, Silas places me inside and buckles me up, kissing my nose before heading to the driver’s seat.
“I think we should get Morg to do the room. I don’t think painting is in our future,” I say, giggling.
“You’re probably right.” He smiles and cups the back of my head, stroking my hair tenderly. “Come on, Smurfette. Let’s go home.”
Chapter forty-five
Cecilia
Should have gotten her checked…
~ New Year’s Day ~
The day of the year that I love and loathe the most. Two years ago, this day was the start of a new life with Silas, a beautiful and magical one. Last year, it nearly broke us, almost ruined us to the point of no repair.
As much as I want to focus on what this day is really about, Silas’s birthday, I can’t help my mind from remembering the past year. But it’s all over and gone. Now we have each other and our baby boy.
I need to focus on that.
I’m now thirty-two weeks pregnant and huge. Extremely exhausted and needing to peeallthe time.It’s driving me crazy.The boys have a home game right now, and all the girls are already at the arena waiting for me to join them.
The guys wanted to take Silas out for drinks after the game, even if he still doesn’t drink, just to have a little celebration, but Silas refused to go. I think he still fears that he’ll make another mistake and doesn’t want to risk it.
I felt guilty knowing he was holding back from spending time with them for me. So instead, we made a deal. I would come to the game tonight, but only for the last period, and then we would all go out to the bar together.
I hate missing out on his home games, but I’ve had zero energy lately. I knew that if I watched the whole game, I would have never made it to the bar afterwards. So instead, I stayed home and napped until my alarm rang, telling me I had thirty minutes before I had to head over to the arena to join them.
I let Milo out in the yard one last time before leaving the house. Once he’s done his business, I bring him back in and make sure he has water and food, then I grab my car keys and purse and head out.
The drive from our place to the arena is around thirty minutes, and usually Idon’t have a problem getting there. I know the route by heart. But right now it’s pretty dark, and ever since I got pregnant, I’ve developed this fear of driving at night. So I’m going below the speed limit and have both hands gripping the steering wheel.
I’m ten minutes from the arena when my phone starts to ring, and Emma’s name appears on my dashboard screen. She’s probably calling to see if I’m on my way.
I press the button on my steering wheel to answer the call, but it won’t work. I’ve been having issues with it for the last two weeks but haven’t taken the time to bring the car into the garage.
I tap the answer button on the touchscreen, but it won’t connect either. “Ugh! I really need to get you checked, girl,” I say to my car.
I look down quickly at my purse that sits on the floor of the passenger side and can see my phone lighting up on the side.It would be a quick grab.I look around, noticing there aren’t too many cars around me. I could easily bend and grab it without worry.
My phone stops but starts up right again. I sigh and bend to the side, reaching down with my hand toward my purse. I’m coming up to an intersection when I finally pinch my phone between my fingers, but my light is green, so I don’t stop.
