To Live For Once (Set Me Free II) - Episode 28

 

Amaya:

"We are here." My eyes blink open as Rory park the car just beside the cabin where my world came crashing down. I feel like I'm having a panic attack and have to close my eyes up again against the memory of this place.
"Hey, you okay?" Rory says gently from the front seat. I nod and hope he takes my word for it . I don't want his misplaced guilt. Not now not ever.
"You don't look fine. Let me help you out." I start to protest but he's out of the car and coming over to open my door for me. I roll my eyes at him.
"Come on, I don't bite." He gives me his hand and I eye it warily. Do I really want to be touching him right now? I just want to get him out of my sight, mind and heart so I can be alright when he leaves few months from now when the baby is born. He is just making things worse for me.
 The other door by my left pulls open and I turn around to find Watson with a big smile on his face. I release a calming breath.
"Watson! You came!" I squeal then scoot over to his side of the car to let him help me out.
"I promised right?" He winks at me and I manage a smile.
"What is he doing here?" Without sparing Rory a glance, I shrug at his question.
"Well this is my job and I'm not letting anyone do it for me." Rory states when it's obvious that I'm not saying a word to him.
"Of course. It's just a job to you." I grind out as I watch him stride over to our side of the car, forcing himself in front of Watson.
"Move." He growls at Watson who seem to always get caught in between Rory and I.
"Don't you have something else in the office to do rather than follow my wife around." The emphasis of him calling my his wife with such possessiveness just grates on my very last nerve.
"Take me inside Watson." I say without another glance at Rory and before I know it, I'm pulled off the backseat and carried in Rory's arms

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. A startled squeal leaves my throat and Rory stops right in his tracks.
"Are you okay? Is it the baby? Are you hurt?" He looks so worried but of course I don't goad myself into thinking this is about me. No, it's about his baby. His ticket to freedom from me.
"I'll never be okay with you touching me ever again."
"Amaya I--"
"No. If you want to carry me into the cabin, fine. But don't talk to me please."
"But--"
"Don't." Rory release an exasperated breath but doesn't say anymore words before he continues on his way into the cabin. He carefully deposits me on the bed like I'm going to break his child.
"You don't have to treat me differently than usual. The baby is here to stay whether you treat me as usual or not." I state sulkily and I notice Rory try to hold on to his temper. He surely won't last long with this pretence. 
"I'm doing this for you Amaya. I'm the reason you got hurt pretty bad. I owe you at least this." He brush a stray hair off my cheek and I try not to hiss from his touch.
"I don't want you to owe me anything Rory. You and my father have done too much. To think for once, someone actually gave a fuck about me." I try to hold back the tears. I said I wouldn't cry.
"Mouth." He scolds at my use of the word fuck and I shake my head.
"Just leave me alone. I'm exhausted." Not just physically but mostly emotionally.
"I'm sorry." That's all he says but I know I shouldn't let my guard down anymore. It's been down too low for too long. That's the reason I always get hurt by the men in my life. First my father, now my husband.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. I expect too much and I always get disappointed. Never again."
"What if I say I want you to expect too much now."
"I can't get broken anymore than this. So I'll say bullshit."
"Th--"
"You okay there Maya?" Watson walks in finally and boy am I happy to see him break the moment.
"Yeah. Took you so long." I pout.
"I'm sorry. A call from the office." He apologizes.
"Good to know you still work for me." I ignore Rory's jab at Watson.
"Everything okay at work?" I ask Watson.
"Pretty much but I'm afraid I've gotta go back. It's kinda urgent." My face falls but Rory seems to get grinning ear to ear. I ignore the twat.
"That's too bad. I was going to ask you to get me a few things I'll need." My frown deepens.
"I'd do it!" Rory puts in quickly and my eyes snap to his. He's grinning. I turn back to Watson.
"How soon do you think you will be back?" I ask him.
"Weekend."
"What?! That's like six days from now!" I exclaim.
"Well I'm afraid someone made sure I'll be busy for the rest of the week." He motions to Rory who just shrugs unapologetically.
"I pay you to do work not run around with my wife." He says and I almost yell for him to stop calling me his wife up and down.
"That's too bad. I'll just wait till the weekend for the things I need then?"
"I said I'll get it. And Watson, shouldn't you be leaving?" Rory interrupts. Watson gives me an apologetic smile and I nod.
"See you on Friday?"
"Wouldn't miss it for anything." He says before placing a quick peck on my forehead.

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. I notice Rory's frozen smile as Watson starts walking away.
"Drive safe!" I call out to Watson who waves me off. I listen for the sound of Watson's car pulling away and a feeling of loneliness descends.
"You don't have to look like your lover just left in front of your husband Amaya." Rory grumpily says and I roll my eyes.
"I'm afraid I'm not the one with a lover between the both of us." I snap. Rory's face shut down at this.
"I'm sorry I said that." He apologizes again which is starting to freak me out by the way. What's his game.
"I don't even care. Two weeks and we'll be out of each other's faces. Less than six months and we'll be out of each other's life."
"Don't talk like that."
"I'm only stating truths." I spit bitterly.
"That's not the truth. I--"
"Can we stop talking about this? You're stressing me out."
"Oh I'm sorry. Stress isn't good for you right now. You should rest." He pats down a pillow and pulls it under my head.
"It gets cold out here at night." He says as he pulls a blanket over me.
"I'm sure it does." I murmur as I curl into myself on the bed and let my tired eyes slip close. I'm so glad that pregnancy makes sleep easy for me.
"Sleep well." I hear Rory murmur as he feathers light kisses across my forehead. I try to breathe through the squeezing pain in my chest.
"Goodnight." I wait for his footsteps to die down before I let the tears fall into my pillow.