Sewn h.s [book one]

Chapter 62

"Harry, you can't put the steak knives in with the dining knives!" I shout, slamming the drawer shut.

"I didn't know." He answers calmly, staring blankly at the TV.

"You didn't know? Go and fix it!"

"In a minute."

I feel my blood start to boil, and I can't help but ball my fists at my sides.

"No, you'll do it now." I instruct. How dare he put the sharp knives in with the blunt ones?

"Can you just hold on, one sec." He sighs, changing his seating position.

"What's this glass doing here?" I ask, changing the topic.

"Sitting."

"Is it dirty?" I ask, glancing around the room to find something else out of place.

"I drank out of it, so yeah."

"And where do dirty dishes go?"

"In the dishwasher." Harry mumbles, changing the channel.

"Well?"

"Fine." He huffs and stands to his feet, grabbing the glass.

Cries from Amber's bedroom distract me from Harry and I sigh heavily.

Now she's awake.

"Look what you've done."

"What I've done?"

"You woke her up!"

"Fuck sakes Kimberly! Get over yourself! It's bound to happen, it's what babies do! They cry!" Harry shouts at me with anger and annoyance.

I huff and hurry to Amber's bedroom.

"Shh, it's okay." I murmur, cradling Amber's fragile body in my arms.

Her cries continue, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"Can you just be quiet!" I shout, anger running through my veins.

I sigh heavily, and place her in the crib.

Harry catches me as I storm out of her room.

"What?" I snap, looking at Harry's apologetic face.

"You can't speak to our daughter like that. She's only a month old."

"I wouldn't have of you had've put the steak knives in the knife block!" I shout, hearing Amber's cries again. "You sort her out, I'm done."

"You're done? You've been having a go at me ever since we bought her home! I've done nothing wrong! Sure, I put the two knives in with each other, but that gives you no excuse to shout and me, and our daughter!" Harry spits, looking at me with disgust.

I ignore him and walk into our shared bedroom.

I hear the front door slam, followed by Amber's cries.

He's gone.

I attend to her, and sigh.

"I'm sorry baby." I whisper, picking her up with care. " I didn't mean to shout at you. I was just angry with Har- daddy."

I send her a sly smile and decide on my next actions.

I change her nappy and feed her, thinking about Harry.

What if he never comes back?

I place Amber back in her crib, waiting until she falls asleep before I leave.

When I look over at her, her eyes are closed. I smile and take this as my opportunity to leave.

I walk into the bathroom and avoid my reflection in the mirror.