DESIRED (BWWM)

Shit Hits The Fan

Renée

Have you ever felt dizzy before? You know when you lay down too long and then you stand and suddenly the world is spinning. Your blood rushes and you take deep breaths to stop the ground from moving beneath your feet.

The mother of his child.

The ground is moving beneath my feet and the world is spinning, and I'm so dizzy.

So very, very dizzy.

"What?" I ask, my voice coming out hard and rough and barely audible. Could it be true? Could that little girl be Elijah's kid.

Rosalie rolls her eyes and walks out the kitchen without answering me.
"Li-"
"I'm on my way," Elijah says, ending the call before I could say his name.

"Mia?" I call, gripping the counter as I take deep breaths.
"What do you need?" She asks, a worried tone to her voice. I look at her with wide eyes before shaking my head and clenching my fist determinedly.

I could do this. I could totally do this. Oh God, I hope I can do this.

"Nothing. Can you--um--can you start the coffee?" I ask softly, breathing through my mouth and shaking my head to clear my jumbled thoughts.

"Ren....,"
"I'm fine Mia, really. Can you make the coffee for Rosalie? I'm not touching that thing," I say with a grimace, motioning to the coffee maker.

Mia stares at me with a worried expression on her face, only moving when I give her a reassuring smile. Its fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine.

Oh God, please let everything be fine.

My eyes drift to the living room and linger on the four year old girl with her thumb in her mouth. She looks up and offers me a small wave before sticking her thumb back into her mouth.

I divert my eyes and pour the milk into the cereal, sticking a spoon in the bowl and walking out the kitchen.

I smile at Rosalie, although it kills me to do so before handing the cereal to Eva. She looks at Rosalie before frantically shaking her head at me.

"I'm not hungry," she whispers even though she obviously is. I send a glare in Rosalie's direction, who's now on her second cigarette.

That I know of.

Cursing under my breath and wishing she'd choke on the smoke, I set the bowl of cereal on the coffee table and change the channel to Paw Patrol before walking back to the kitchen and carelessly dropping myself in a stool.

"Should I spit in her coffee?" Mia asks seriously and I bite my lip, seriously considering her question.

"Nah,"
"Are you sure? Because I'm not against it," she insists and I sigh heavily, shaking my head when I really felt like pulling my hair out.

Or someone else's hair.....

"I feel like this isn't real, is this real?" I ask, barely wrapping my mind around the situation. Was it just yesterday Elijah and I made love?

"Oh its real alright," she says walking out the kitchen to give Rosalie the drink from hell and leaving me to my thoughts.

Blue eyes. Blue eyes....like Elijah's.

A groan of frustration leaves my mouth and I slam my head against the counter lightly, trying and failing to ease the tension my thoughts brought along with them.

"GET THE FÜCK OFF ME!"

Elijah yells and I rush out the kitchen, tripping and falling until I make it to the living room. My mouth literally touches the floor when I see Elijah prying Rosalie away from his body.