Author's Note: Shortest chapter ever. I'm sorry.
Chapter 11: Coincidence?
Nate was laying in bed and I was laying in between his legs. "You woke?" He asked. I nodded. He placed his hand on my stomach. I have to go to New York in two months."
"Why?" I asked.
"Apparently some guys want to move the company there instead of Florida."
"So we bought a house in Florida for no reason."
"No. That's my job. I have to try to talk them out of it."
"Hmm....I'm tired." I whispered.
“I can’t. I keep having so many nightmares.”
“Tristan. Clementine, and Balie.”
“You do know that none of them will hurt you right?”
“Yes, but as soon as she showed me that picture, Nate, I was just….speechless.” Then I turned to him halfway. “Balie’s hair is brunette. You think….?”
“Jenna, she’s your aunt. Why would she burn the house up?”
“All that stuff she said about Clementine, Clementine’s crazy had to come from somewhere. I think Balie is a liable suspect.”
“And I think this pregnancy is making you crazier than you were before.”
“I disagree. Balie just so happens to come in my life around this time. That’s not coincidental.”
“She wanted to meet her niece. There’s nothing wrong with that, Jenna.”
“Great, now you’re defending her too. Defend all the evil bitches.”
“Not defending anyone but you, Jenna.”
“I can’t tell.”
“Jenna, everything you’re saying makes no sense.”
“Leave it to you to be the voice of reason.”
Nate blushes and then looks back to me. “I want you to be on my side, Nate.”
My phone rang and I sighed and grabbed it off of the night stand.
I looked at the caller ID and I saw that it was my dad.
“Hello?” I asked.
“The fucking twins are missing.”