Instead, she gets up and goes to the drawer, and starts pulling out Megan's swimsuits.
“Why the hell does she only have one-pieces?” She mutters to herself.
“I haven’t agreed yet,” I say, watching her rummage through the drawer.
She looks over her shoulder and throws me that smirk that lets me know she’s about to say something she knows might get under my skin.
“Are you really scared I’m going attack you again?” she asks, turning back to the dresser, then she laughs. “You should have seen your face when I swung that hammer.”
“You find murder hilarious?” I ask, annoyed she thinks almost killing me is a big joke.
“Just as hilarious as kidnapping,” she rebuts, deadpan. “Besides, I wasn’t trying to kill you; I just wanted to immobilize you.”
I don’t respond, and she lets out a sigh when she sees I’m not following her up.
“Kameron, I need to get out of this fucking room! I’m not an idiot, and with this belly, I realize I can’t exactly move the way I used to. I’m not stupid enough to try the same thing twice.”
“I’ll consider it,” is all I respond with.
“Don’t consider it.” Her voice sounds like she’s trying to keep it together, but it’s not going so well. “Make it happen. You’re always asking me what I want or if there’s anything you can get me, and this is it, this is what I want. I want you to get me out of this damn room before I lose my mind, and I don’t want to see you at all unless it’s you holding the door open for me to go outside. Now, get! Out!”
I get to the other side of the door before she’s found something to throw at me. I hate that she goes from zero to one hundred in seconds. Her being that upset can’t be good for the baby, and if she doesn’t start to calm down, there’s no way I’ll be able to have a doctor come and check up on her. As much as I know this probably isn’t a good idea, I know what I’m going to have to do.