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Author: Lolah Lace
Tess.
CHAPTER 3
MASON
The next day at the office my body was filled with a relentless ache. The pain wasn’t anywhere in particular. It was a mass that radiated throughout my limbs. I had no choice but to question the validity of my phantom illness. I was turning into a hypochondriac. I believe my pain was psychosomatic. I was a psycho with signs and being a maniac. How was I supposed to feel?
It was extremely tough to work a full day when I had this infamous doctor’s appointment in the frontier of my mind. Am I strong enough to deal with this? Am I strong enough to deal with Jack ? Could I really truly coexist in a civilized manner for eighteen years with Jack? Shit, am I strong enough to deal with Jack in a civilized manner for five full seconds? I know I can handle it. Or I believe I can handle it but something tells me it won’t be smooth sailing. Something tells me I should start buying the supplies I need to get rid of Jack’s body. Maybe I should watch a few episodes of Dexter. Maybe I should buy a boat. I’m sure there are a lot of assholes bodies floating in Lake Michigan, one more asshole named Jack Unger really won’t make the difference.
I used up a small potion of my workday actually getting some work done. I even took a drive out to one of the work sites. I eventually returned to the office and I spent the rest of my day talking with my nephew RJ. He was just what I needed to get my mind off my worries. RJ was quite a character with his overtly animated tales of twenty-three year old bullshit.
When I could get a few words in edgewise I told RJ I got hitched. He didn’t seen to be surprised by my nuptials. He just smiled his goofy grin and patted me on the back. He pulled me in for a man-hug. He gave me a congrats and preceded to talk about himself. I found myself paying attention to his tales, anything to take my mind off my own problems.
RJ told me his girlfriend Deja was shacking up with him above his mother’s garage. Of course this was top-secret information. Deja was supposed to be living in her dorm room at the University of Chicago. Those two would go as far as to park her car around the corner so it’s not in my sister’s driveway. I wasn’t in the mood to give RJ any long speeches or solemn lectures so I just listened to him. His childish secret was safe with me. I had my own problems to contend with.
Was this possible pregnancy a serious problem? Am I a complete and total ass for looking at it like that?
I had pregnancy on the brain. I couldn’t help but think that if RJ gets this Deja pregnant? It will not be good for anyone. RJ is coming around. He is becoming a more responsible adult but he is not father material. Here I am thinking about RJ getting his girlfriend pregnant while I might have a pregnant wife.
Why do I feel like I’m in a smog of denial? Pregnancy tests are accurate. Every single pregnancy test Tess ever took was accurate. So why do I now have doubt? Maybe my doubt is none other then wishful thinking. I wish Kari wasn’t pregnant with Jack’s kid. I hope my mind doesn’t explode thinking of it . But does it even matter. Hell yeah it matters. This is enough to drive a man to drink.
I went straight home after work and I tried to act relatively normal. Kari knew me well. She was being extremely touchy with me. We hadn’t had sex since the big revelation. Not having sex with my new wife was weird. Sex was something we did well together.
Kari touching me felt the same as before. I was letting this little unexpected situation consume me. When there was really no reason for my uneasiness. No matter the outcome, Kari loves me. I love her. We have been through a lot and this pothole just needs some cement.
To be greeted with a kiss, was the life. Kari’s lips tasted so damn good when she met me in the kitchen. I wished we were headed for the bedroom and not the gynecologist. The drive to the doctor’s was relatively calm and silent. The
CHAPTER 3
MASON
The next day at the office my body was filled with a relentless ache. The pain wasn’t anywhere in particular. It was a mass that radiated throughout my limbs. I had no choice but to question the validity of my phantom illness. I was turning into a hypochondriac. I believe my pain was psychosomatic. I was a psycho with signs and being a maniac. How was I supposed to feel?
It was extremely tough to work a full day when I had this infamous doctor’s appointment in the frontier of my mind. Am I strong enough to deal with this? Am I strong enough to deal with Jack ? Could I really truly coexist in a civilized manner for eighteen years with Jack? Shit, am I strong enough to deal with Jack in a civilized manner for five full seconds? I know I can handle it. Or I believe I can handle it but something tells me it won’t be smooth sailing. Something tells me I should start buying the supplies I need to get rid of Jack’s body. Maybe I should watch a few episodes of Dexter. Maybe I should buy a boat. I’m sure there are a lot of assholes bodies floating in Lake Michigan, one more asshole named Jack Unger really won’t make the difference.
I used up a small potion of my workday actually getting some work done. I even took a drive out to one of the work sites. I eventually returned to the office and I spent the rest of my day talking with my nephew RJ. He was just what I needed to get my mind off my worries. RJ was quite a character with his overtly animated tales of twenty-three year old bullshit.
When I could get a few words in edgewise I told RJ I got hitched. He didn’t seen to be surprised by my nuptials. He just smiled his goofy grin and patted me on the back. He pulled me in for a man-hug. He gave me a congrats and preceded to talk about himself. I found myself paying attention to his tales, anything to take my mind off my own problems.
RJ told me his girlfriend Deja was shacking up with him above his mother’s garage. Of course this was top-secret information. Deja was supposed to be living in her dorm room at the University of Chicago. Those two would go as far as to park her car around the corner so it’s not in my sister’s driveway. I wasn’t in the mood to give RJ any long speeches or solemn lectures so I just listened to him. His childish secret was safe with me. I had my own problems to contend with.
Was this possible pregnancy a serious problem? Am I a complete and total ass for looking at it like that?
I had pregnancy on the brain. I couldn’t help but think that if RJ gets this Deja pregnant? It will not be good for anyone. RJ is coming around. He is becoming a more responsible adult but he is not father material. Here I am thinking about RJ getting his girlfriend pregnant while I might have a pregnant wife.
Why do I feel like I’m in a smog of denial? Pregnancy tests are accurate. Every single pregnancy test Tess ever took was accurate. So why do I now have doubt? Maybe my doubt is none other then wishful thinking. I wish Kari wasn’t pregnant with Jack’s kid. I hope my mind doesn’t explode thinking of it . But does it even matter. Hell yeah it matters. This is enough to drive a man to drink.
I went straight home after work and I tried to act relatively normal. Kari knew me well. She was being extremely touchy with me. We hadn’t had sex since the big revelation. Not having sex with my new wife was weird. Sex was something we did well together.
Kari touching me felt the same as before. I was letting this little unexpected situation consume me. When there was really no reason for my uneasiness. No matter the outcome, Kari loves me. I love her. We have been through a lot and this pothole just needs some cement.
To be greeted with a kiss, was the life. Kari’s lips tasted so damn good when she met me in the kitchen. I wished we were headed for the bedroom and not the gynecologist. The drive to the doctor’s was relatively calm and silent. The
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