Bound - Chalen D. (digital book reader TXT) 📗

to her car. “Ass hole. Mother fucker.” She slammed the back door and climbed in. “Retard.”

She pulled up to her Mom’s house and slammed the front door.

“Doesn’t Carson have a washing machine?”

“I don’t care. I’m moving in.”

“What?” Millie, Liv, and Her mom asked.

“I’m taking over my old room.” Morgan huffed up the stairs, “And I’m never leaving! I hate Carson. He can fall down a well!”

Millie, Liv, and Victoria all looked at each other as the last of Morgan’s sentence was muffled behind a slammed door. Morgan set her basket on the bed. Her phone went off. It was Carson. She was thinking about turning off her phone, but Martie might need her for something. She flopped on her bed, and pulled a black skull pillow over her head. Ten minutes later her Mom knocked on her door, and carefully poked her head inside.

“Dinner’s-“

“I’m not hungry.”

“Duly noted.” Victoria quickly shut the door.

 

In the morning Morgan drank a nasty blend of coffee because she had made it and then she went to work. She left work and headed to her appointment. The door opened, Morgan smiled ready to greet the Doctor but her smiled faded and she crossed her arms.

“Go away.”

“It’s my kid too.” Carson sat down.

Morgan flicked him in the head.

“What was that for?” Carson touched his head like it actually hurt.

“I don’t like you right now.”

“Good morning. Who’s ready to heart a heartbeat?”

“I am.” Carson smiled.

The Doctor cleaned Morgan off and she left the building.

“We have dinner plans tonight.” Carson caught up to her.

She looked at him, “Are you serious?”

“We’re going out to dinner.”

“Are you stupid?” She demanded. “You have to the dumbest person alive!” He grabbed her wrists. “Notice how I say person and not Man? That makes you all the dumber.”

He kissed her quick. “Be home at seven.”

Be home at seven her butt hole. She went back to her Mom’s.

“So how was the appointment?” Victoria asked doing dishes.

“Fine.” Morgan jogged up the stairs. “Everything’s fine.”

It was seven thirty when the door opened. Morgan looked up from her Phone.

“I think you’re trying to ignore me. And it’s not very nice. It hurts my feelings.” Carson said at the door with a bag and a pizza box. “You didn’t come home so I brought dinner to you.” He sat down. “I got you a lemonade. You’re not supposed to drink soda. Or Coffee.” Morgan stared at him dumbfounded. “I bought a bunch of baby books the other day and read them all last night because I couldn’t sleep. Do you know how cold that bed is alone?”

“Yes I do.” She snapped. “You hog the covers.”

“Hungry?” He asked, taking a bite of his pizza.

“Where’s my dog?”

“Down stairs with Liv. She feels very abandoned by the way.”

“She’s a trader.”

“She’s your Daughter.” He took a sip of his Orange crush. “And she misses you.”

Morgan nudged the bottle of Lemonade with her foot and went back to her phone.

“You are so stubborn when you’re mad you know that?” He grabbed a pizza. “Eat.”

“No.”

“It’s not for you.”

Morgan took the pizza and took a bite. He was right. Being stubborn didn’t mean she could give her baby an eating disorder before they were even born.

“Look. I’m sorry okay?” Carson said. “I was just worried about you. You’re my wife. It’s my job to protect you. What if I told you I fell down a well at work?”

“I’d beat you with a plastic bat.”

“Exactly. Because you worry about me. I know you love your job, but you’re pregnant now. You have me, you have Belle. You have a family.”

It was all happening to fast. She was engaged and pregnant, all under five months. She picked at her pizza. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” Carson took a drink. “Millie’s already done with shopping for our wedding.”

“I’m not going to quit my job.” She said. “I’ll lay off the dangerous stuff, but I’m not going to quit my job. It just isn’t going to happen.”

“Deal.”

“My Grandma’s coming over early for the wedding.”

“When?”

“What’s up Fuckers!” They heard.

“Now.”

“You’re getting older Liv.” Grandma said.

She was dressed in hot pink pants and a leopard print shirt, that showed too much wrinkled boob.

“You should wear some makeup.” She hugged Millie, “You get your looks from me missy.”

Victoria sighed. Grandma’s bags were pilling in the hall.

“Morry!” Morgan hugged her Grandma.

“Hi Grandma.”

“Holly shit,” Grandma said, shoving her sunglasses onto her head. “Is this Carson?”

“Yep.” Morgan nodded.

“Damn, I might steal him from you. I’m Holly.” She held out her hand.

“Bring in in Grandma.” Carson opened his arms.

“Don’t mind if I do.” She muttered to Morgan before going in for a hug.

They all sat down for dinner.

“Look at this!”

The McPhee girls looked at Grandma and then back to their food.

“Good Grief!” Carson said. “Is that real?”

“Of course it is sonny!” Grandma waved the gun.

“Grandma.” Morgan held up a hand. “Calm down.”

Grandma rubbed it, “It’s a beauty isn’t it? I found it on the curb around the corner Believe it or not.”

“Really.” Liv said.

“Oh yeah!” Grandma said, Shoving the gun into her bag. “I found some nice red pumps for you Morry.”

“She’s pregnant Mom.” Victoria said, “She can’t wear heels.”

“Oh don’t be such a prude, Vikky.” Grandma said.

“Yeah,” Morgan agreed.

“I wore heels all through my pregnancy with you. That’s why Morgan is strong like me.”

“To wear heels when she’s Pregnant?” Millie asked.

“Yep. And you too Millie.”

Millie sat up and smiled.

“Morgan you have to move back in with Carson, because grandma is staying in your room.”

“I need the closet space.” Grandma muttered to Carson. “I’m a stripper for old people.”

Carson choked and looked at Morgan.

“The scary part.” Morgan swallowed, “Is that she’s not kidding.”

“I never kid!” Grandma hit the table. “I’ll give you the heels before you leave.”

“Okay.” Morgan shrugged.

“Her feet are swollen. She cannot wear heels.” Victoria said.

“Are my feet really swollen?” Morgan asked.

“No!” Everyone at the table said quickly.

“Mm.” Morgan muttered, and looked down.

“She’ll look sexy in them.” Grandma said. “She’s not wearing them for you. She’s wearing them for Carson. You want a sexy wife right?”

“Yes.” Carson said, and Victoria glared at him. “No.”

“All my granddaughters are sexy, so too bad for you.” Grandma said. “Anyways it doesn’t damn matter. Do you want the heels Morgan or what?”

“I want them.” Morgan nodded.

“Then it’s settled.” Grandma waved a hand. “Shut up.”

Victoria shut her mouth, and picked up her glass.

“You’re a real Doll Grandma.” Carson smiled at her.

“Thanks.” Grandma fluffed her short hair. “Got any hot uncles?”

“Yep.”

"No.” Morgan gave Carson a look.

“He died three seconds ago.” Carson looked down.

“Damn.” Grandma snapped her fingers.

Morgan’s mouth popped open and Carson tossed up his hands.

“Morgan and Carson are having a baby Grandma.” Liv said.

Morgan kicked her.

“No shit!” Grandma grinned, and bopped Carson on the head with her rolled cloth napkin. “Good for you. I was young when I had Vikky, and look how she turned out.”

“A stick in the mud?” Millie muttered.

“On second thought keep it in there for a couple of years.” Grandma told Morgan. “Really try, honey.”

“Mom!” Victoria took a drink of wine. “Honestly.”

“Honestly is right.” Grandma pointed at Morgan with her fork. “Honestly.” She looked at Carson.

The rest of dinner went okay. Grandma only offered once to teach Carson to shoot a gun, No one stabbed Grandma with a soup spoon, Victoria didn’t get to drunk, and Carson, Morgan and Belle got out alive.

“Grandma is a hoot.” Carson hit the wheel.

“Do you really like her?”

“Yes.”

“I have to warn you.” Morgan said. “She might show up in a wedding dress, push me out of the way and say I do for me.”

“I’ll look out for her.”

“She’s sneaky.” Morgan warned. “Very sneaky.”

Carson leaned against the wall of their bedroom and bit his lip. Morgan was dressed in one of his shirts, and the red high heels. She looked down at her legs. She looked up.

“Do you like them?” She asked.

Carson walked over and yanked off the shirt. She stood in dark blue lace underwear and a matching bra.

“Yep.” He nodded. “I like them.”

“They hurt.”

Morgan kicked off the shoes losing three inches in height.

“Am I still pretty?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Am I still Sexy, though?”

“You have no idea.” He picked her up with one arm and they headed to the bed.

 

Morgan stretched the next morning. She loved this bed.

“Ow,” Carson rubbed his cheek.

“Sorry.” She said, rolling on top of him, “I’m usually alone in bed in the morning and have room to stretch.”

“A kiss would help.”

She pressed her lips to his and left them there. Carson tightened his grip on her and she felt all his muscles.  She looked down at him.

“What time do you have to be at work today?”

“Ten.”

“Make it twelve.” She kissed him.

Carson dropped Morgan off at her Mother’s house before heading to work. She wanted to spend time with her Grandmother. Morgan jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door.

“ Come in.” Grandma called.

Morgan pushed open the door and dove on the bed. Her Grandma was sitting at the vanity table brushing her hair. Morgan had always watched her Grandma get ready for the day when she was younger.

“You’ve been doing this since you were a little baby.” Grandma said.

“And soon My Baby will be doing it.”

“I can’t believe out of all my Grandchildren, you would have gotten pregnant and married first.”

When Morgan was younger, The house was filled with tons of laughter and loud sounds. But as she grew up the laughter had died, the voices became quiet, and sounds faded away. She never realized that the noisy family sounds was the life for her until one day they just stopped, like the family was frozen in time. That’s what she wanted with Carson. She wanted loud noisy house sounds. Kids yelling at each other, Belle barking through the house running after the kids, Her yelling a Carson because he didn’t take out the damn trash. She wanted a family. And she wanted it now.

“ I mean I always knew that you would get married and have a family, because you kept this one from going under, but I thought you’d just do it a lot older. I mean I am happy. Oh, would you like to see my outfit for the wedding?”

“Sure.” Morgan sat up and watched her Grandma walk to the closet.

Please don’t be a wedding dress, please don’t be a wedding dress, She chanted to herself.

“Here it is!” Grandma announced, pulling the dress out of the closet, holding it up for Morgan to see. Morgan was surprised. She didn’t think That Her Grandma would wear a dress like that, let alone to a wedding. It was pink and lace.

“It’s My wedding dress!”

Morgan tried not to reach up and stop her twitching eye.

“I was such a doll. Your eyes doing that weird twitchy thing again.”

Morgan clamped her hand over her eye.

“You should get that checked out.” She said, putting the dress back. “Hey! Maybe I could do your hair for the wedding!”

“Really?” Morgan sat up taller. “You’d do that?”

“Of course!” Grandma clapped her hands together. “And your Mother can do your makeup. You’ll be so pretty. And I’m Sure Millie got a nice dress.”

As If Millie was standing outside the door listening to their conversation, She burst through the door.

“It’s here! It’s here!” And then she ran from the room. “The Wedding dress is here!”

“Outta the way!” Grandma said knocking Morgan to the side.

Morgan bounced off the bed, and hurried down stairs. She was a little excited to see the dress. Morgan and Grandma Joined Liv, Millie, and Victoria in the kitchen. There was a long thin box on the table.

“What if there’s a body in it?” Liv asked.

Morgan didn’t say anything but she was thinking the same thing. Millie would shit bricks, and her first born child if the dress wasn’t in that box. Millie pulled off the top of the box. There was the foam peanuts. The McPhee girls couldn’t stand it any longer. They all grabbed handfuls of the peanuts and tossed them over their shoulders. The girls backed up, and Millie Unzipped the dress bag.

Grandma, Victoria, and Liv all gasped.

“That’s