Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

Eric

I stood up and left the room. I couldn't fucking deal with her shit. I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the nicotine.

Fuck, I should better go back, I thought after a short while.

Sienna was still there with her. I was surprised she hadn't ripped her head off yet and it was me who left the room first. After calming myself, I headed back inside and sat down.

"Are you all right?" Sienna asked as she looked at me.

"I'm fine," I replied.

She pursed her lips and nodded. She just knew not to pester me unlike my mother, and I loved that about her.

"Sienna, why don't you stay here when you have your baby? I could help. Will you be breastfeeding? Do you have baby clothes?" my mother asked relentlessly.

Sienna blinked heavily and shook the empty bottle of non-alcoholic wine in her hand. "I think I need another bottle, Arthur. Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she said as she stood up. She tugged her dress down and left the room to avoid my mother's endless questions.