Sorry about cutting the last post short, I ran out of characters.
And the days went on like this. I did not tease her at all about being blind, that was not the point of my hands over her eyes, I knew she was blind. It was sort of our inside joke, and she appeared to adore the attention I would give her. But after one day, she was very upset. I had not done anything, but sat next to her on one of my breaks and just talked to her, and made sure that she was comfortable.
" Is there anything I can get you Lilly? Are you feeling well?"
" I'm just fine, I don't need anything."
I slinked quietly away after acknowledging. What could be making her act like this? I had heard of things like this happening when women were with child, but this... this just didn't seem like Lilly... Was it something I had done? Was it something that had happened at work? I didn't know, and she would not even acknowledge something was wrong, but whenever we would speak, her words were laced with such venom... On the car rides home, she would be perfectly silent, and it had even gotten so bad that when I would speak to her... She would say nothing in return.
"Did anything interesting happen today?" the look on my face was one of pain, yet I was thankful she could not see it.
"..." Her head simply rested against the window.
"Were your callers nice today?"
"Lilly... I..." At that point I pulled the care over, coming to an easy stop.
"Lilly, please, talk to me.."
She looked to me sharply, turning her whole face towards me, and I could see the fire that resided in her eyes, and the look was nothing functional, I felt as if it's only purpose was to sling my heart like a blade.
" And just what do you want me to say?"
" God, Lilly, Anything! Tell me about how you love the taste of tea, or hate the smell of vinegar. Tell me anything! I don't care what it is!"
At this point the look on her face was just simply heart breaking. Fear, and anger mixed in a whirlwind, that bred only the tempest of deception.
" There nothing to talk about! I just want to go home!" She yelled, her voice nearly cracking.
I leaned back from her. Our home life had become so bad, that she refused to sleep next to me at night... Usually pushing me off the bed, and causing me to sleep on the floor. Which did not bother me too much, I knew she was pregnant, and I wanted to do anything to make her happy. Yet we never did anything together anymore...