0fmiceandmars:

“Try and run, try and make it to the bedroom before I catch you.” You take off running, being in heels doesn’t help in the slightest bit. You throw your purse on the counter when you hear the front door slam.  He’s following you but he’s in no hurry, he is the hunter and you are is prey. You turn around and he’s inches from your face. The house is dark, all you can see is his blue eyes, full of anger. He pulls his shoes off throwing them to the ground. “That’s not running.”

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0fmiceandmars:

The three of you sit in the living room watching TV. You and Jared sit on the couch, your head rested on his shoulder. Shannon sits in the recliner next to you scrolling through Twitter on his phone. Jared rubs his hand up and down your thigh and you do your best to hide the effect it’s having on you. Shannon’s phone rings and he answers saying “Hello? Yeah, I’ll leave right now. See you there.” He gets out of the chair grabbing his shoes and heading for the door. “That was Antoine, I’ll see you guys later.” As soon as you hear the door close you look up at Jared staring straight into his blue eyes, a grin stretched across your face. “Tag, you’re it.” You kiss him on the cheek and dart off the couch.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Twenty

Removing myself from her body, I collapsed onto the bed beside her and drug her against my chest. She snuggled into my side placing a kiss on my shoulder. The only sound in the room was our harsh breathing as we both struggled for air. We laid like this for several long minutes as heart rates leveled out and our breathing returned to normal.

Reaching up, I brushed the hair off of her forehead and kissed her there. “You ok?” I asked, knowing she would say she was, but I still had to ask.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Nineteen

With an urgency we hadn’t experienced in a long time, we tore at the clothing separating us. As his hands moved between us to the button of my jeans, I pulled at his shirt moving it up over his chest. Piece by piece we worked together until we were skin on skin with nothing but emotions between us.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Eighteen

Rolling my chair back from the board, I started hitting switches and turning knobs shutting everything off blanketing the room in silence. My head just wasn’t in it today. I thought maybe if I came into the studio to work it would distract me from the clock watching I’d been doing all afternoon waiting on Libby’s call, but it hadn’t.

The whole afternoon had passed and all I’d managed to do was fix myself some lunch and clean the kitchen afterward. Nothing else seemed to hold my interest. The rest of the time had been spent pacing the floor waiting for the news that was sure to change my life forever.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Seventeen

For over forty-five minutes now I’ve been staring at the clock on the wall in the examination room at the doctor’s office waiting for her to come back and give me the results of the tests she ran on me earlier. The hands seemed to be creeping ever so slowly as if time was dragging it’s heels, prolonging my agony. The waiting was killing me.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Sixteen

Dropping my bag onto the bed, I unzipped it and started removing all the clothing I had packed just an hour ago. Just one hour ago I was prepared to run out on my problems, to let time and distance work them out for me. Now I was digging in my heels and refusing to leave. Now that I knew what was wrong.

There was no way I was leaving her to deal with something this huge on her own. She needed me and I was bound and determined to be there for her; whether she was pregnant or not. If she wasn’t? Great. But if she was, I was going to do what I needed to do and stand beside her.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Fifteen

If he wanted to leave, I wasn’t going to stop him. Just because I’d told him what was wrong with me, what had been wrong with me since before we came home, didn’t mean I needed him to hold my hand. Having him here angry at me would be worse than watching him walk out the door. I knew that if he left, he’d eventually come back.

I didn’t need him here reminding me how crazy the idea of us having a child was. And truthfully, I wasn’t really sure if I was pregnant or not. I thought I was but I wasn’t 100 percent certain. Some of the signs were there; the weight loss, the sickness, the mood swings, the missed period. For weeks now I’d suspected, but I’ve been too scared to find out for sure.

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mary4mars:

Chapter Fourteen

The whole month that followed our return from New York, Libby and I fought non-stop. We fought about everything and nothing all at the same time. Nothing I did seemed to make her happy and everything had her in tears. I was at a loss as to what I needed to do to make things better, so I planned to do what I do best. I was going to escape.

I packed a bag, made a few phone calls, then set out to find her to tell her I was leaving for a few days. Maybe we both just needed some time away from each other. Some time to actually miss each other. All I knew was something had to change.

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