Thomas' POV
I never thought I could be so angry at a woman before. After Charlie told me everything I just felt foolish and the one thing I hated more than anything was feeling foolish. I felt foolish for mourning children that hadn't died. Foolish for loving her so much when clearly, she didn't care about me half as much as I did her, otherwise she would have never done what she did.
I spent a few hours just walking and muttering to myself as people stared at me, but I was too angry to care. After sitting at the park for hours and thinking through everything she has been through, not just on the island, but finding out about Tillie and me not rejecting Tillie instantly but rather having to wait while she was degraded and then losing the ability to have more children, Tillie might have been the cause, but she never would have met her had it not been for me.
I realized that while she went about it the wrong way, she had every right as a mother to feel how she felt. I left and immediately went to pick her up. After talking her into it we headed towards her mother's work to pick her up as well.
We stopped the car, and I helped her out and into the Dr.'s office. We barely made it to the counter when Carol's eyes lit up and she ran out from behind the desk: I knew it, I knew you would make up.
She instantly gave me a hug and then Charlie.
"Mom, we need to talk, do you have a minute?" Carol nodded and gestured to the empty waiting room away from the desk for privacy.
"Carol, I'm taking Charlie to my home, it is completely safe with not only a state-of-the-art security system but also a security staff handpicked by me, she will not be safer anywhere else, and I want to invite you to join us there"
"Oh no I couldn't"
"Mom, Thomas and I being together means that you're not safe anymore, you need to come with us"
"No Charlotte, your father won't know where we are, I won't leave until he comes back to me"
"Mom, Enzo would want you to be safe" Charlie started to raise her voice, so I interrupted her: If you won't come with us then at least let me post a security detail with you so we ensure your safety. She was about to object when I added: Charlie will be stressed out of her mind if you say no.
Carol gave a defeated sigh before finally agreeing: Okay, fine.
We said our goodbyes and headed to my house. Once we pulled in, I looked over and watched Charlie's brows raise as she took in the sight of my home. I would probably be happy to see her impressed if she hadn't just gutted me through.
We stepped inside and I took her on a tour of the house, so she knew where everything was. I took her through the kitchen and living room, the library and my private office, the backyard where the pool was and the gym. I took her upstairs: The room on the right is my room and this room on the left is yours.
I opened the door and walked inside; she walked in behind me but didn't even really look at the room before swinging around to face me: What do you mean my room? We aren't staying in the same room?
"I need some time, Charlie"
"I thought you said you can't live without me, that you love me more then you knew yourself capable?"
"Nothing I said was a lie, and I'm not living without you, your right here with me but I need time to think and to figure out where I stand with everything."
"Well I wish you would have told me that before bringing me here. I would have preferred to be around people who actually care about me" her words and the tone that carried them were cutting and instead of correcting her I let my pride get the better of me and said: Yeah? So would I but here we are.
Her eyes welled with tears, but I didn't comfort her, I just turned and walked out of the room leaving her there to cry.
Mrs. Rendal, my housekeeper made dinner and came to my office to inform me it was ready. I went to the table a while later to find the table empty: Where is Charlie?
"Um, she said she want hungry"
"Make her a plate anyway"
I got up and went to her room knocking on the door: Go the fuck away! Muffled through the door. I tried opening the door, but she had locked it: Charlie, please come eat, if not for yourself then for the babies.
She quickly swung the door open and poked me in the chest: How dare you! I put my feelings aside and have been doing what's best for these babies the whole time, they aren't in danger because of me Thomas, they are in danger because of you!
I winced at her words because I knew they were true and fuck the truth hurt. She didn't give me a moment to respond, she just walked right past me and down the stairs to the dining room. She sat down slowly and immediately started shoveling massive bites into her mouth. Mrs. Rendals eyes went large, and she could hardly look away from the scene.
With her mouth full and her words muffled by pasta she said: There, are you happy now? I'm…. eating. She barely gulped down her half-eaten food before shoving another fork full in.
I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being which only made her shovel more in: Is this what they mean when they talk about pregnancy hormones?
Charlie gasped which caused her to choke and cough up noodles. Sending Mrs. Rendal to her side to pat her back giving me a look of clear disgust. I didn't realize the affect my comment would make till I felt the woosh of her glass passing my head. I looked up at her and her eyes widened as she covered her mouth and jumped out of her seat running as fast as her wounds would allow up the stairs