After being released from the
hospital, I was put on strict bed rest. I was not to be on my feet for longer
than thirty minutes at a time, but my husband cut that time down to five or
less if he could help it. Marcus was back to carrying me everywhere, but I
didn’t mind. I knew he still held on to some guilt, not only because of how
angry he was with me, but also because of what Florence tried to do. We had
both made mistakes and had forgiven each other, he needed to work on forgiving
himself.
Life was calm for a change. I
hadn’t heard from Mulo since the fight, I knew I needed to reach out to him
about turning me, but it would be a conversation best had after the babies were
born. The babies were draining my energy a lot more the further along I got.
Now that Finley was a teen she tried to help out more. She and Marcus were
closer than ever and it was great to see, and he took on the task of the
dreaded driving lessons.
At least this time I had a valid
built in excuse. When she wasn’t out driving she was with her friend Zana. She
was an interesting young woman. She was always very polite, but she had an
interesting look, one that was starting to rub off on Finley. I didn’t mind
Finley trying to express herself. Self-discovery was all a part of growing up.
Zana spent a lot of time at our house, Finley said she didn’t get along with
her step-dad that well and her mom worked long hours as a waitress. Tonight was
another impromptu sleepover.
“Marcus can you go tell the girls
dinner is ready?” I asked as I finished setting the table.
