The Unexpected

~The Nursery Window~

I wakeup to the sound of my darling baby boy crying his heart out. I quickly grab my robe off of the hook on the door to my bathroom and put it on and slip on my house shoes. I then hurredly make my way to James nursery across the hall.

and the minute I step foot in his nursery my heart stops.

peering or rather glaring in through the nursery window just above James crib, is my husband Terrance.

I have no idea what is going on, it is far too early for him to be home from work, for he had just left only two hours ago.

his eyes flicker to me, and never in our five years of being happily wedded have I seen such a look upon his face; a dark, scary look, that of which makes my blood run cold. his once endearing eyes darkened with god knows what, and peircing through my very soul. I try to smile at him to break this paralyzing tension but he glares harder, if that is even possible.

I am frozen still. I try to make a move to pick up my baby who is still crying, but I cant. but I also realize that I have to if I intend on comforting James.

right when I feel physical awareness of my body again, Terrance disappears from the window.

I quickly run over to the baby crib, closing the space between me and James, and with shaky hands I pick him up and cradle him to me and whisper sweet nothings into his light brunette hair.

as I try to calm James down and my rapidly beating heart, realization hits me as a resounding click echos through me and Terrance cottage.

"The front door is unlocked" I frightfully acknowledge.

my eyes widen when I hear footsteps in the hall. I hurredly stumble my way to the nursery door with James still held securly in my arms and shut it just as I see a shadow aproaching, and lock it. I lean against the door and slowly slide down until I am sitting on the floor.

James crying has subsided by now, aside from his quiet whimpering and leaving him with wet, red rimmed eyes and a runny nose.

I do not have any idea what is happening.

is it just in my head?

am I just overreacting?

I try to tell myself that I am just being ignorant and that it is very stupid to suddenly be scared of someone you love, let alone have been married to for five years and had a child with. but then I remember that look that I had seen upon his face not even three minutes ago, full of malice and something I still cannot place my finger upon.

I am suddenly jolted out of my musings by the insistent pounding on the nursery door. I then feel as if I am going to be sick. The wood shakes behind me and I can feel the intensity increasing with every blow. I start inching away from the door slowly and quietly, trying to keep James from crying by soothingly stroking his hair and holding him close to me.

I then hear the door knob being violently jiggled. I frantically try to figure out where to hide, even though, of course, he knows every nook and cranny of our cottage. I quickly decide to hide in James waredrobe, which was a baby shower gift from Terrance mother, Merra, and I realize last minute that I really should have went through the window.

Yes that would have been a smarter move.

but I am still haunted by that look that I saw through that very window. so I close the waredrobe door and back up as far as I can until my back is crushed against the very back. poor James is confused and frightened, and the fact that in this very moment we are sucumbed by pitch black darkness does not make matters better. everything becomes suspiciously quiet all of a sudden, aside from my quickened breathing and James sniffling.