One thing that I have learned with Isabella, well, in fact, every woman, is that you need a lot of patience. Now when you ask her what is wrong, she will more than likely tell you nothing. If you are as persistent as me, and you continue to ask her this, she will, by all certainty, lose her temper with you. Then it is a whole new story. For if you ask her why she is upset, she will tell you that she is not.And so it goes, a whole string of questions and statements that will get you into nothing but trouble. So that is where I left it yesterday before she, Galland, and I, finally bid a farewell to my father, who was going to pull through without any hesitation.Sadly, we all had to return to our lives, as we have been away from normality for three weeks. Galland is back waiting for me to get my leg working so that we can go enlist for the Raiders. Matty is still with my mom and dad and will return in a week back to where he needs to be. So all and all, the Jacksons are

Frustration is a feeling that one as a Marine experiences on a daily basis, yet you get frustrated because whatever you have planned has not gone the way it is intended. I know that sometimes I can be a bit hard on Isabella with discipline, I would like to say that I am an easy-going, free man, yet I would be lying.Now, much to that very frustration, Isabella has taken that little white envelope, and she has gone to take a nap. Now, can you only imagine the trickles of frustration that are boiling from my ears in utmost torture? I am starting to learn that the woman is doing it on purpose.So, I am being the patient man; well, I am trying to practice patience while she has her nap, and I have taken this time to add one to my collection of many that I have written to our unborn baby so far. I think if Isabella finds the box, she will have a good old laugh.At least I am not calling her a big green truck, but I might have referred to her as 'Old Betty.'Th

…Isabella POV…I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred towards Clayton would be a lie.Did I love this man before?If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can he dare open the envelope without me? How can he do this to me? Can I even dare to say do this to us?"What us?There is no such thing.I hate the man.Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; it only takes me but a snap of my control and I pull him back, "Oh no, you are not going anywhere. Explain yourself?"Isabella, I am not in the mood for this, you have clearly lost your mind and now I am on your attacking end."Oh no, he just did not call me that, "I have not lost my fucking mouth…""Oh, ya that you have lost as well."

…Isabella POV…Things have not gone back to normal like I hoped they would after our fight over a damn white envelope. Clayton has been sleeping in the guest room, and we are hardly in the same room together for five minutes. He has been spending a lot of time in the nursery, and then on an odd day, he will be out with Galland or checking up on Matty.He tries his very best to avoid me and any questions regarding the outfall. I know he said that we would talk about it, but he has not attempted to try. I guess I will just have to give him the space that he needs. Clayton can be a stubborn man, so I am looking at this being a fight that will still be out in the air for some time.Clayton is taking me to the Doctor today. We are going for my check-up. The time is creeping around the corner now; I only have fifteen weeks to go.Clayton has stopped rubbing my belly; I used to love it so much. To think a stupid envelope has not broken us up as a c

I am lying in bed early morning; the sun has just started to trickle over the horizon. The fresh breeze from the open window is lying cool against my skin. Yet, the bed remains warm, only on the side where I sleep. The rest of the spaces are empty as it has been for the past three days.I have not heard of less even seen Isabella. Yes, I am somewhat nervous and worried about where she finds herself, but I know that she would have gotten someone to phone if she was in trouble.I do not even have an idea where she is.Does this bug me?Well, of course, it does, yet it is not going to change a thing that I am still furious with her. I rather only but shake my head to get the images and words out of my mind. I do not wish for it to linger. The less I see her at present, the better.But see is not the problem, for next, I see a call coming through as my phone lights up.It is Isabella.So not knowing if I should feel excited or annoyed, I