Life After Marriage Book 3

Back to Work

"How am I not going to notice y'all ate practically the whole box?"

"Mm-hmm. See mommy I was on your side. It was all the boys. That's why I hope the baby is a girl. We can get our nails done and our hair done. And play with our barbies."

"Nooo I want...I want a brother." Auggie said.

"Nobody cares what you want doo doo head." Sata told Auggie.

"I no doo doo head. You doo doo head."

"Amber take these rugrats home." My mother got up.

"Alright you guys get your things so we can go." They all scattered to get their things.

I yawned. "My body gotta get adjusted to this schedule."

"Well go home and get you some rest. They did all their homework and I fed them so you ain't got to worry about none of that."

"Well I appreciate it Ma."

The kids rushed in with their book bags and coats on.

"Bye Grandma." The kids told my mother and hugged her.

We left the house. Got in the car and went home.

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Next Day-

"I brought donuts." Paula put some Dunkin Donut Munchkins on my desk.

"Aww Paula you're so sweet." I said taking off my coat.

"And I got you some orange juice." She sat the cup of orange juice down.

"I'll be at my desk." She was about to leave.

"No Paula. I can't eat all of these. Have some with me."

"But the baby can." She pointed to my growing belly.

"Yeah the baby can." I laughed as she sAt down.

I fixed my dress and sat down.

"That must be beautiful to give life to another human being." She said in a dreamy like voice.

"It can be. It can be scary too. Wondering if your body is up to the challenge." I thought about the miscarriage.

She got some donuts out and put them on a napkin.

"How old are you Paula?"

"22."

She did seem really young just by how she acted.

"You from Atlanta?"

"No Seattle. I moved here for college."

"Really? Where'd you go?"

"Clark. Majored in Business Administration. Graduated last year. Got this job. Been working ever since."

"What do you ultimately want to do?"

"Haven't quite figured it out yet. "

"Don't worry about it you have time.
Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course shoot." She wiped her mouth.

"What's Chad's m.o.?"

"No clue. He stays locked in his office doesn't say anything to anybody and only comes out for court or if he has to leave for something. Why?"

"I just don't care for his attitude."

"Everyone in the department loves him. The higher ups I mean, so you know how that goes."

My office phone began to ring.

"Domestic Violence Division." It was Omari asking to see me.

"You wanted to see me?" I stood at Omari's door.