Jason.
Three weeks had passed and Eve was beginning to show signs of being pregnant.
Although she was constantly nagging me to let her go out of the house. I couldn’t.
At Least not without someone to follow her about.
Max and Ethan haven’t been frequenting the house together but on separate days because Max claims the proposal was too boring and Ethan on the other hand is thinking of a better way to propose.
As for me, I’m also thinking of better ways to propose.
Why?
Because Eve and I haven’t had a proper wedding yet.
We just jumped straight into marriage without dating or courting and in as much as I want to make it right by doing all the things I failed to do with her, I can’t because of the lingering danger at hand.
I’m scared that something might happen if I let my guard down.
I know that it is wrong of me to think of tomorrow’s answers instead of focusing on today.
But I can’t help it especially when I know that Eve’s life and that of my unborn child might be in danger.
“Will you focus for god’s sake?” Eve yelled angrily, jolting me from my reverie.
“Huh?” I mumbled and looked at the bowl in front of me.
I was supposed to pour the flour into the bowl but I poured it on the table instead because of how lost in thought I was.
“Sorry.” I mumbled apologetically but she hissed instead.
These days, Eve is more grumpy and easily provoked.
Simplest things seemed to get on her nerves and trivial things made her cry.
Like one time, we were watching a documentary about a bud growing into a beautiful flower and she started crying.
When I asked her why, she said it was beautiful and that it signified the birth of a new life.
Another time was when Jade told her that he had got duped by a pyramid scheme, she cried so hard that I thought she would faint.
Other times, she would laugh over the silliest thing.
Anyways, everything about her was quite different and puzzling but it didn’t make me love her any less.
Infact, I love her even more than I already do.
“That’s enough flour, Jason!” She groaned again since I was lost in thought once more.
Ugh! I really need to focus.
“Sorry.” I mumbled again.
“Take that bowl, put the butter and sugar and mix it.” She ordered and o raised my brows.
“Mix it?”
“With what?” I asked and she looked at me like I was wearing a box on my head.
“With the mixer.” She said with a shrug.
As if to say – what else would you use to mix it.
“Okay.” I said, giving her a small smile and doing as I was told.
Using the electronic mixer to turn the butter and sugar together was a lot more stressful than I thought it would be and I certainly didn’t sign up for this on my off day but what can I do?
When Eve asked if I’ll help her bake, I agreed immediately because she’s been bugging me about returning to work for Ethan and I’ve been trying to avoid that conversation.
“Break the eggs into that other bowl.” Eve said pointing at the bowl on the other side of the table.
“You’re not going to help?” I asked but the moment I saw the look on her face, I knew I shouldn’t have.
“You want me to help?” She asked quietly with a frown.
“I..” I paused, unsure of how to explain especially since I can’t take back what I said.
“I’m tired and you want me to bake a cake?” She said accusingly and I pouted.
“You’re the one who wanted to bake a cake, not me.” I reminded her but that struck a nerve instead and she began to cry.
“You don’t want to bake a cake for me?”
“Is it because I’m not beautiful anymore?” She said crying.
“Seriously?” I thought to myself.
“That’s not what I meant, what I’m trying to say is…” I tried to make a point but she cut me off in the middle.
“You don’t love me anymore because I’m getting fat right?” She said and stormed off.
“Eve!” I called but she didn’t even turn back.
I sighed heavily as I watched her go out of the kitchen in anger.
I didn’t even notice that Mom had entered the kitchen.
“You look like you bathed on the floor.” She teased and I frowned.
“Did you also act like this when you were pregnant with me?” I groaned and she laughed.
“It’s just two months and some days and you’re already tired?” She laughed.
“You should have kept it in your pants if you knew you weren’t ready to take care of a child.” She said and I chuckled.
“I love Eve and my unborn baby, and I’m very much ready to be a father, it’s just confusing when I don’t know if what I say can make her angry or sad.” I said and she hummed in response.
“I think it’s best you talk to her, she’s been at home since she got back from the hospital and I’m sure she wants to explore everywhere.”
“If you’re worried about her, why don’t you go with her instead?” Mom suggested and I nodded.
“What are you waiting for?” She asked with raised brows.
“Huh?” I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Get going.” She urged me.
“Now?” I asked and she glared at me.
“Now!” She said with an intense glare.
“I’m giving you tips on how to calm your angry wife down and you’re standing there looking like a three day old baby.” She said and I laughed.
“Thanks Mom.” I said, giving her a peck and going upstairs to our room where I suspect Eve must have gone.
“Take a bath too, there’s flour all over you.” She yelled as I went upstairs.
As I opened the door to our shared room and saw Eve sitting on the bed with a sulky look on her face, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The thing with pregnant women is that they’re unpredictable and so there’s no right way to deal with them.
As I walked into the room to go and meet Eve, I couldn’t help but think back to why I’ve been spacing out all day. I was too worried about tomorrow’s answers that I forgot about today. The present.
But perhaps there are no right answers in life, there’s only the process of turning decisions into the right answers, that is why we aren’t afraid to make mistakes because it’ll bring us one step closer to tomorrow’s answers.