The Assistant(141)

He chuckled. “No. I just wanted to see your reaction to that. Maria made them.”

I pushed him slightly, laughing. “Asshole.”

***

Three Years Later…

“I don’t think that’s a safe place to put the vase Adrian, you know how Alana and Theo are with new things.” I pointed out before rubbing my back in pain from the full stomach in front of me.

Adrian frowned. “They won’t touch it.”

“Yes, they will. Don’t you remember what they did to that hideous – I mean beautiful looking elephant ornament that I was absolutely shattered about when they broke it?” I asked, correcting myself quickly and grinning just as Adrian’s frown transformed into a look of surprise.

“I thought you liked Martin!” he exclaimed, confusing me.

“What? Who is Martin and how did he come into the conversation? Hey, Theo! Don’t eat daddy’s tie!” I scolded, frowning down at the little boy who instantly dropped the green silk material and laughed.

“Martin is the elephant! I told you his name when we were watching SpongeBob with the kids on the day I bought him.”

A mental image of my 3 children sitting on top of Adrian and I and laughing at the animated character came into my mind, but I dismissed it because I wasn’t able to recall the conversation. “Oh, right. Well, Martin will be missed; and so will this if you leave it within their reach,” I pointed out, hoping he’d break from his stubbornness.

Adrian’s lips pursed as a frown reappeared on his forehead before he nodded. “You’re right. We’ll just throw it out.”

“What?! That cost you $2000!” I exclaimed.

“So? I’ve got enough money to last us and our great children. We’ll just buy another one when they’re all grown up.” Adrian shrugged, already beginning to walk to the back door of the house with the vase in his grasp.

“No! Why don’t we put it in your office? It’ll look nice with your… um, wooden chairs?” I tried, hoping to convince him.

“No. Is the food done yet? They’ll be here any second and we have to leave straight away.”

“Please don’t throw out the vase,” I whispered, feeling tears well up and blur my vision.

“I’m throwing it out Shortcake, nothing you say will change my mi- Emily? Are you crying?” Adrian asked, dropping the vase completely. The beautiful piece bounced slightly on the floor before shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces of glass; making me squeal in shock and choke from the noise and Adrian swear under his breath.


“I’ll clean it! At least now I don’t have to throw it out in one piece.” He chuckled, before stopping abruptly once he noticed my angered glare. “I mean… Are you okay, my most beautiful pregnant wife?”

“Most beautiful? Do you have other pregnant wives that aren’t as ‘beautiful’ as I am?” I question, my eyes narrowing even further.

“No other woman has your face or body – even after being a whale for nine months for the past 5 years – which you’re not right now because carrying my child is your best feature – I mean, along with your other features and MARIA! HEY, EMILY NEEDS YOU TO COME CLEAN UP THIS GLASS BECAUSE SHE CAN’T BEND OVER!” Adrian called out, avoiding eye contact completely.

The doorbell rang as soon as his voice died down, making him look up at me. “Oh would you look at that? They’re here and don’t you miss Amy? I think you should be angry with her and just remember how I grow more in love with you as the days pass by and you grow older.” Adrian cringed, before realising what he said. “I mean not that you look any older. You still look sexy,” he clarified, before pulling me in for a kiss.

“You’re scary when you’re pregnancy mood swings fall into play – Oh that was the doorbell. I’LL GET IT!” He called out to no one in particular before running off.

I rolled my eyes just as Maria walked into the backroom with a dustpan and broomstick. “I’m so sorry Maria, let me do it.”

“No Emily! You’re pregnant. Go pack your things and get ready to leave. I’ll take care of everything here,” she assured me, giving me a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Hey bitc- whoa, Mason! Hey little guy, I didn’t see you there!” Amy squealed, laughing in a hysterical panic as she ruffled Mason’s hair and gave me a look of horror. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I told Allen and Blake to take our shi- stuff to the car.” Adrian spoke up suddenly, also correcting himself and grinning down at Mason.

“You guys need a filter for your mouths,” I muttered, laughing.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t want a filter on my mouth Shortcake; it’d get in the way of… things.” He smirked, making his way towards me.

“Ha-ha.” I glared, just as he pulled me into his torso. My pregnant stomach got in the way of Adrian getting his way completely, but his tall frame still allowed him to bend down and place a kiss on my lips.

A groan suddenly sounded from behind us, and we both pulled away slight and faced Amy who was picking up Mason and giving a disgusted look. “Let’s go Mase, mom and dad don’t know how to keep their pants on around each other for more than 15 minutes!” She informed him in a sarcastic enthusiastic tone, before sending a glare over in our direction.