Page 20 of Omen's Bombshell

Chapter Twelve

Oaklynn

OMEN IS STILL drivingby the house every single day. Instead of going by once a day, he’s now riding by at least twice. Once in the morning and then again in the early evening. I have a feeling it’s when he gets out of work and is on his way to the clubhouse or wherever he goes after work. Melissa isn’t talking about him and I’m grateful for that. I don’t want to know what’s going on with him at all. Every single time I hear his name, my heart starts racing and tears fill my eyes. I can’t stop thinking about him and I’m still avoiding going to the clubhouse for any reason. I’ve been invited by Jace, Melissa, and Marie for various reasons in the last two weeks and I turn every invitation down. Omen doesn’t need to see me in his space and I won’t force myself into his life. I’m not like the rest of the women he knows and refuse to throw myself at him. If Omen wants to have something to do with the baby or me, he knows where I live and has my number. Even if he doesn’t have my number, he knows plenty of people who will give it to him. So, while I don’t mind if people come to my cottage to see me or hang out, I refuse to go anywhere Omen hangs out.

I’ve been staying in the cottage and rarely venture out of my sanctuary. For the last two weeks all I’ve been working on is getting the nursery together. When Melissa and Marie took me out shopping that day, it’s like something aligned inside of me. I’ve ordered decorations for the nursery and other things I know I’ll need. The baby has a ton of things now, but I have a feeling Melissa and Marie are planning a huge baby shower where I’ll get even more stuff. Honestly, I don’t care if I have multiple things because I know a baby needs a lot and I’m more than likely forgetting things I should have here for my little one.

When I’m not shopping online or working in the nursery, I’m cooking and making food I can freeze so I have meals prepared when the baby gets here. I’ve read and heard so many new moms say they’re exhausted and don’t feel as if they have time to cook, clean, or much of anything else other than taking care of their new baby. So, if I have meals in the freezer, I can just pull them out and throw them in the oven while I deal with the baby and other things in the house. At least that’s my hope. I even got a brand new freezer to store everything in. Homicide and Jace came over to move it in place so I didn’t get in trouble by anyone for moving something so heavy. And I didn’t put the baby in harm’s way. My stomach is so large and it’s hard to do much of anything these days. I honestly don’t know how I can keep getting bigger than I already am, but it seems as if I wake up each morning to a bigger stomach.

I’ve got a little over a month left of my pregnancy now. The heartburn I suffer with daily has increased and only made it more difficult to sleep. I’m exhausted all the time too. Walking into my kitchen takes all my breath away and I want to take a nap. This pregnancy shit is too much. I think it might be better if I had someone here with me to take some of the burden off my shoulders, but I’m here alone. All the cooking, cleaning, and everything is taken care of by me and me alone. If I’m being honest, I’m jealous of Melissa right now. She’s overdue in her pregnancy now and has so much help from Homicide. When he’s home, he’s taking care of the twins, cooking for her, and helping her around the house. When he’s not doing any of that, Homicide is rubbing her back, making sure she’s resting, and doing whatever he can to make her feel comfortable at all times.

I know if I made a call and asked for help, Melissa, Jace, and Marie would be here in a heartbeat to help me with anything I need. However, I hate relying on anyone for help and try to do as much as possible on my own. I think it would be different if I were with someone, but since I’m not, I don’t want to be a burden to anyone else. Marie already calls me every single day to check in and see how I’m doing. Melissa or Marie take me to the doctor’s office for my appointments. No one wants me driving right now because it’s hard for me to get behind the wheel of my car. I have to have my seat back farther now and it’s difficult to reach the gas and brake pedals. So, if I have to go somewhere, one of them tends to take me. That’s why I typically only leave the cottage to go to the doctor and then back home. Unless it’s Marie who takes me. She makes sure I get something to eat after my appointment before bringing me back home.

Today, I’m going out on my own because I need to get groceries and I know Melissa and Marie are both busy. Jace is at work with Omen and there’s no one else I’d feel safe enough to ask to drive me to the store. I’ve been getting by doing delivery orders, but I need to actually go to the store today just to get out of the house. I’m honestly going a little stir crazy and need some fresh air. More than sitting out behind the cottage can give me. I want to be around people even if it’s just for an hour while I shop. So, Marie knows I’m going to the store today and wanted to take me, but I told her I’d be fine on my own. She’s at her salon and has been putting off going there when I’ve needed her. I’ve already taken my shower and gotten ready for the day. That’s the one thing I do as soon as I wake up because I have the most energy. A shower zaps all the energy from me, but I feel better after taking one. So, even when I don’t want to, a shower starts every day for me.

Grabbing my keys, purse, and phone, I leave the house making sure the security alarm is set and my door is locked. Heading for my car parked in the driveway, I let the sun wash down over me and soak up the heat of the day. The sky is clear from all clouds except for a few of the white, puffy masses taking up the sky randomly. Birds sing their songs as they fly around while squirrels scurry from the ground up the side of trees. A smile covers my face as I watch the world around me. Clicking the button on my key fob, I open my door and carefully slide in behind the wheel. My seat is already back so far so my stomach doesn’t brush against the steering wheel. It takes me a minute to get comfortable in the seat, but I finally manage it and start the engine. Using my toes, I leave the driveway and make the short trip to the grocery store. It’s only a few blocks from the cottage as I press the button to lower my window and let the fresh air in the car. Thankfully my hair is up in a messy bun so it’s not whipping across my face. Turning up the radio, I sing along to the song playing even though I can’t sing a note. I sound like a cat screeching when it’s gotten hurt.

The sidewalks are filled with people of all ages as I drive through town. Women push strollers down the sidewalk as they window shop and just enjoy a day out with their little ones. Older women walk in groups as they gossip and laugh amongst themselves. Groups of teenagers hang out and pretend they’re not desperate to flirt with the boys or girls close to them. I remember hanging out like that with Melissa before Homicide moved to town and she could see no one but him. We would hang out downtown and walk the streets as we talked, laughed, and hung out together. We’d people watch and make up stories about the people as they rushed past us or moved from one group to the next when it came to the kids we went to school with. Days where nothing else mattered but our latest crush and what we had to do for homework. I miss those days and want them back more than anything right now.

Pulling into the parking lot of the grocery store, I find a spot close to the door and roll up the window before shutting the engine off. Grabbing my things from the passenger seat where I tossed them after getting in, I open my door and begin the task of getting out of my seat and car. Even having the steering wheel and frame of the car to help me, it’s difficult to get up from a sitting position. That gets worse on a daily basis and I know soon I won’t be able to get off my couch or out of bed without some kind of help. Help I don’t have because I live alone. I’m not sure what I’ll do when that happens. It takes several minutes, but I finally manage to get out of my car and lean against it for a minute to catch my breath. That was hard work and I’m ready for a nap as usual. Still, I force a smile on my face as I push off the side of my car and close the door behind me. Locking the doors, I run into an older gentleman as he pushes a cart into one of those corral things.

“Here, Darlin’. Take this cart so you don’t have to walk across the parking lot without assistance,” he says, stopping in front of me and giving me a genuine smile I can’t help but return.

“Thank you,” I tell him, grabbing the handle of the cart after putting my purse in the seat while holding my phone and keys in one of my hands.

“You’re very welcome. Have a good day,” he says, tipping an imaginary hat before turning and moving back toward his truck to head home.

Once I get across the parking lot, I stop long enough to shove my phone and keys into my purse so my hands are free when I’m shopping. I head to the left as soon as I walk in the door where the produce section is. I’ve been craving fresh fruit the last few days. So, I gather several different fruits and fresh vegetables before heading toward the deli of the store. It doesn’t take me long to have several things in my cart. When I start moving up and down the aisles, I get the feeling that I’m being followed. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and a creepy feeling fills me. I want to pull out my phone, but I don’t want to be obvious about what I’m feeling. So, I keep moving and pretend nothing is wrong while scanning the entire aisle every few seconds as I pause to look at things on the shelf.

“Look who we have here,” a nasally female voice says and I immediately know who it is. One of the girls who attacked me in the bathroom of the clubhouse. “The fat skank who made us lose everything.”

“Been waiting to see you in town on your own,” the second one says as I turn to face the two women as they glare at me.

“I didn’t make you lose anything. You got kicked out of the club because you chose to attack a pregnant woman. One who is carrying the child of a member. That was a decision you made on your own and I had nothing to do with the decision the club made on how to deal with you. If you want to blame someone, look in the mirror and blame yourselves,” I tell them, not willing to take the blame for shit they did because they’re jealous skanks who can’t handle other women being around the men they want to fuck.

“I’m sure you didn’t say anything to them. I could see in your eyes how bad you wanted Omen that day. The desperation pouring off of you filled the common room. You’re even going so far as to try to pin a baby on him that he more than likely didn’t father because you want to manipulate the situation into your favor,” the second girl says, a sneer on her face as she continues to glare at me while her voice goes up loud enough to draw the attention of several people who stop to watch the show they’re putting on. “We all know Omen never would’ve fucked you. He’s not desperate enough to stoop to sticking his dick in a whale like you.”

“First of all, I didn’t manipulate the situation into anything. I gave Omen the information he needed to know and told him I didn’t want or need anything from him. It’s his choice to be in his child’s life or not. I was there hanging out with a friend who I’ve known longer than either one of you have even been around the club. Not to get laid or for any other reason. And if we’re gonna talk about being desperate, that would be the two of you. Both of you are so desperate to spread your legs and trap some unsuspecting man any way you can that no one wants to fuck you. They’re too scared of falling into whatever trap you’ve set for them. And if you were willing to put your hands on me over a man neither one of you have even been with, the club wasn’t about to trust you around the other women of the club. Especially if a guy brings in someone he’s dating,” I state, listening to the murmurs of the crowd as they take in the appearance of the women standing before me.

Neither woman is dressed appropriately to be in a grocery store with children. The clothes cling to their bodies and leave nothing to the imagination. Hell, one of the girl’s skirts is so short, you can see her ass if she moves just right. The other girl’s shirt is so low cut I’m surprised it’s covering her chest at all. It’s plain to see she’s not wearing a bra and I feel as if I’m about to be sick from how desperate these two are. Their clothing screams that they’re out searching for a man to fuck them and they’re not that picky about who that guy is.

“You have no right to talk to us like that and spread lies about what happened that day!” one of the women screams, her face red with anger as she frantically looks around at the growing crowd. “You took our man from us and are still lying about it.”

“No, I’m not. I’m not with Omen. Yes, he went to the hospital with me that day and kept me company while I was recovering from the injuries you caused me. He’s a single man and can do what he wants with whoever he wants. Neither one of you have ever been with him and I’ve heard that from several people. Including his parents and best friend. So, if anyone is here lying, it’s the two of you. You should really seek some help since you’re both clearly delusional,” I tell them, turning back to my cart so I can get the hell away from them and finish getting my groceries to head back to the cottage where I can go back to hiding out away from everyone.

“I think it’s time for the two of you to leave the premises before I call the cops and have you removed from the store,” an employee says, walking up to us as he takes in the situation while remaining close to my side.

“You can’t kick us out of the store! We have the right to be in here to shop,” the second girl says, her hands going to her hips as she glares between the employee and me.

“You’re clearly not here to shop but to harass customers who are minding their own business and trying to get food for themselves. Again, it’s time for you to leave,” the employee states, pulling a phone from his pocket while never taking his eyes from the women in front of him.

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