Sixty Two

“GOODMORNING!!!! GOODNORNING!!!” A really loud scream pierced through Abigail’s and Marcel’s sleep, waking them up.

“What… the..” Abigail groaned sitting up on the bed, dis-entangling herself from Marcel’s hold.

When she had woke up in the middle of night to ease herself, she had found herself cuddling with Marcel, she couldn’t tell if it was a mistake on his part but she felt too happy to not go along with it.

“What the hell, Rachael!” Marcel growled getting up from the bed, walking towards his ex in angry steps.

“That wasn’t the good morning beautiful I was expecting.” Racheal pouts.

“You come in here and decided to disturb my wife and i peace, and you think you would get some goddamn good-morning?”

“Wife?” Racheal asked glaring at Abigail.

*Wife?* Abigail thinks blushing stupidly.

“Yeah, my wife. Now get the fuck out of our bedroom!”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m carrying your child and I deserve to be cuddling with you not her.” Racheal points at Abigail with distaste and disgus