38: These broken words
She stared at me as I flipped the final pancake in the small skillet.
I pressed the spatula against the pancake, sending a bunch of pops and crackles in her face.
"Oh, Mrs. Grimes -- you may want to back up."
I smiled. And I meant that from the bottom of my heart, she's been staring at me and everything I've done for the past day.
Rick's father was laid back. He, Carl, Jay and Rick all sat around yesterday, watching football.
I wanted to join --- because I'm just the type of girl who would rather lay under her boyfriend and watch football with him than catalog with another woman. I mean, ew, magazine clothes.
"You're doing it wrong," she sighed.
She took the spatula from me and flipped the pancake to the other side, which was already brown.
"Rick likes his pancakes with one side over cooked." She shook her head.
"I know that," I smiled again, trying to keep my cool.
She was acting like I don't know this man. Like he is not the father of my child?
"That's why I was pressing it against the skillet. Cook it faster." I nodded.
She let go of the spatula and back away with her hands up, an obvious attitude.
For the rest of the day, when rick would pay me more attention than his mother, she got a little bossier with me, a little sassier and a little snappier. And by 6:00 p.m. I was fed up and ready to leave.
I stormed in the room and flopped on the bed. Rick soon followed after.
"I'm going to lose my mind here." I chuckled sarcastically.
"She doesn't mean any harm. She's just teasin Mich'."
"Okay, well, while she does that I'll be up here sleepin. If you need me you'll have to come talk to me."
"Michonne--"
"Goodnight." I grunted, burying myself farther into the pillow.
"It's 6:30."
"I'm tired," I sighed, "I'm so tired, rick."
He laid down beside me and squinted as he stared into my eyes.
"You feelin okay?"
"No." I whispered "I just want to lay on your chest and know that everything is okay."
His hand found its way against my jaw.
"Tonight. Okay? I love you."
"Yeah." I nodded, my eyes closed. I was so tired of Christine treating me like a child for the whole day.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Christine stood in the doorway with a smile ear to ear like she had done nothing wrong.
"Dinners ready. I know you must be starving Michonne, eating for two and all."
She shook her head and walked away.
"She's bipolar." Rick sighed.
"Medically diagnosed she is. Just one more chance."
"Fine," I murmured "last straw."
I plopped up and hopped off the bed, glanced at rick one last time as she sat at the edge, and left the room.
As I raced downstairs to the sweet smell of southern cooking, I ran into Carl.
"watch it," he chuckled "you okay?"
"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"
"I see her treating you like shit." He pestered.
"It's whatever. Just a typical mother in law welcoming me to the family, yeah? watch you language too." I smiled and continued down the stairs. I could feel his stare burning into my back as I walked away.
Soon, we were all gathered around the food, Rick's father prayed and then we all split up.
Carl and Andre grabbed their food and headed up to his room to play games and eat. That's what they usually do and it's never a fuss with Rick and I. We don't mind eating in the living room watching supernatual together. Just us. Peace and quiet.
"And the braves score!" The tv roared from the living room, Rick and his father dashed to see it.
"Hell yeah!" Rick howled, his father clapped in harmony.
"Meesh babe,"
"What?" I yelled.
"Can you make my plate?"
"Your two hands and feet work. So you do it."
I'm pregnant. Rick isn't.
"Oh my," Christine sighed "Lori would never."
"Excuse me?" I mumbled
"I said Lori would never." She jarred.
Oh yeah you wanna know what else she wouldn't do?
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