Chapter two hundred and forty-eight:

Christy followed Isaac to the elevator. They were the last ones to get ready and meet down at the bus, simply because Christy couldn’t decide on which was the most practical way to style her hair for the day.

In the end, they had fought, and he had threatened to leave without her out of frustration and weariness.

Christy leaned tiredly in the corner of the elevator, while Isaac attempted to hit the button for the underground parking lot and balance both of their overnight bags.

“I can carry my own bag.” She offered.

“I don’t think you should do too much lifting.” He argued, facing the doors.

“It’s not that heavy.” She argued in an even voice. “It’s just clothes and some books.”

“I’ve got it, C.” He shot her a glare out of the corner of his eye.

“Fine.” She said quickly, but couldn’t help adding “I just thought that since I’m only barely pregnant and not completely incompetent-“

“I’ve got it, alright? I can carry your bag for you! I’m just trying to give you a break and be a decent husband, so would you just fucking let it go!?” He shouted.

Christy’s eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately shut her mouth without a response.

Isaac tapped his foot anxiously. He had snapped, and hadn’t meant to loose his temper like that. He watched her expression in the metal doors of the elevator. She looked down at her feet, shuffling uncomfortably.

He sighed and turned. “Christy, I’m sorry. I’m just tired, and we’re really late… I didn’t mean what I said.”

“It’s fine.” She replied quickly.

“No, it’s not fine. I had no right to talk to you like that.”

“It’s fine.” She nodded and brushed past him. Just as the elevator stopped, she slipped out the doors before they had opened completely. She walked quickly through the parking lot toward the bus. Her high-heeled boots clicked loudly on the cement and echoed throughout the parking complex. Her footsteps sounded angry.

Isaac sighed and followed, trying to keep up.

He mounted the stairs, but by the time he got inside the bus, Christy was no where in sight. He instructed the driver to go, and wandered into the front lounge where the girls were sitting.

“Where’s Christy?” He asked.

“She went to the bunks.” Jen replied.

“Did she say anything?”

“No, she just walked straight past. Did you have a fight?” Becky asked. “She looked pretty upset.”

“Yeah, over something stupid.” He flopped down into a chair. “I’ll let her cool off before I apologize though.”

“That’s wise. She’ll claw your eyes out if she gets the chance.” Jen replied.

Isaac smiled at that comment.

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Taylor woke before everyone else and walked out into the quiet front lounge. Unexpectedly, he found Becky and Jenna huddled together on the sofa and wrapped in a blanket. They both looked up at him, proving they were awake and then turned their attention back to whatever they were watching on TV.

Taylor added two scoops of coffee to the coffee maker and flipped it on. He added water, and cursed as it spilled all over the counter.

This caused the girls to giggle. He rolled his eyes and mopped it up with a dish towel, leaving it in a ball in the sink.

Once the coffee was percolating properly, he reached into the drawer and removed a spoon. He then opened the fridge and rummaged through until he found exactly what he was looking for.

He carried that item to the front and gave it to Jen.

She sighed in disappointment. “Not you too.”

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “Do you want to take your pills first?”

“No.” She replied, and took the spoon from his hand. “As if I need someone else to treat me like a baby.” She muttered.

“Then prove to us that you can get better and stay that way.”

Jen narrowed her eyes at him and promptly flipped him off.

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