#Chapter88
Thoughts swirls in my head looking at him watch her unreadable and to make it worse she looks at him like I did, I do. Disgusting me to no end at the amount of obsession she worships him. Or maybe it is ugly green of my territorial instincts kicking in with my pregnancy hormones creating unnecessary images and thoughts in my head. A crazy scenery plays in the room between my boyfriend and baby daddy, his ex fiancée and me; the woman forming the odd triangle. He did not bat an eye at me walking past me to her, my hand shakes watching as the scene unfolds in front of my eyes.
I know Elijah loves me as much as I love him, if not more but there is this gaze with which his grey pools looks at her like one of affection, care, at the same time angry.
/"Elij.../"
