A-stay-at-home goddess – part three

From a good looking chick; to an exhausted mother of a three-year-old. How can she safe her marriage and feel good about herself again?

Jess offered Rebecca to help with Jack. She took him outside to meet the cows. Malcolm knocked on Rebecca’s door and offered to take her around.

“Obviously, Jess talked to him. It would be impolite to say no.” She thought to herself.

So she put on a grey cardigan, a pair of trainers and excitedly ran downstairs to meet Jess to ask for her permission to leave with Malcolm. Rebecca wouldn’t leave; if it was a problem for Jess to keep an eye on Jack for a little longer.

Of course, Jess approved. Rebecca wasn’t impressed with Malcolm’s nosey questions earlier, but he was dating her sister..He deserved a chance to make things up.. If she only knew that Jess didn’t say a word to him.. It was all Malcolm’s idea…

What were his intentions?

Rebecca sat in Malcolm’s dirty jeep, and a second later, they were leaving Malcolm’s dairy farm on the hill.

Neither of them said a word. Malcolm let Rebecca enjoy spectacular views in silence. He let her inhale the fresh air and absorb the beauty of the Peak District without any distributions.

Rebecca didn’t want to talk anyway. She wasn’t interested in sharing another bit of her personal life with him. 

They parked on top of a muddy hill by a little pond. He took a fishing rod from the back of his jeep and a small bucket with a lid. It looked like a container with dog food.

“Come on; I’ll show you something.” 

Malcolm was wearing welly boots, and as they were getting closer to the pond, Rebecca noticed a little sign which read: Malcolm’s Reed property. She didn’t know he owned another piece of land outside his already massive kingdom. She realised that he could’ve told her not to wear leisure footwear. Her fabric brand new trainers were buried deeper and deeper in the mud.

“Oh, sorry. I should’ve warned you.” Malcolm glanced at Rebecca’s feet. 

“Do you think so?” She added sarcastically. 

“Here.” Malcolm offered Rebecca his hand as they were reaching their final destination to have the pond right in front of them.

“I am fine, thanks.”

“This is the spot.” He added. 

It was indeed breathtaking there..They were surrounded by massive hills..just the two of them..not a single soul nearby.

Malcolm opened the “dog food” container and started throwing something mighty but seedy into the pond..Thousands of different little fish were rushing to the edge.. As if each one of them wanted to say hello, but they were battling for their own food. 

“Why did you bring the fishing rod; when you have them all here?” Rebecca asked.

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Malcolm looked into her eyes and smiled. Oh god, she noticed how handsome and how hot he really was. His hair was chestnut colour, and his eyes were green. 

He had such a smooth face; full lips, and looked like a Hollywood star, she thought. All at once; she started to feel uncomfortable with her own thoughts. It was embarrassing for her to think of Malcolm that way. She never thought about another man like that. Eric was the only person she was intimate with, and she was convinced it would stay that way. 

“We are not here fishing.” He replied mysteriously.

Then he unfolded the fishing rod, and Rebecca noticed a massive hook at the end..He clearly wasn’t fishing..But what was he doing?

He turned his back at Rebecca and started walking away from her, counting his steps. 

“Here.” Malcolm stopped, and then he entered the shallow water, made further three steps and let the hook at the end of his fishing rod fall into the water. Rebecca was intrigued by his actions. It was such an unusual moment. What on earth was he after?

He spent a good five minutes looking for something in the pond, throwing the hook into the water and pulling it back..Over and over again.. Rebecca was getting nervous, and her feet were wet and cold..

“There we go”, Malcolm finally picked something up. Something that looked like a casket..

Rebecca’s eyes were wide open, and she was biting her lips. Please don’t tell me it is his dead wife. She thought. 

But Rebecca’s phone started ringing. It was her sister Jess. 

“Becky-boo, how far are you? Please don’t panic, but Jack tripped, and his forehead is now bruised.” Jess announced. Rebecca could hear Jack hysterically crying. She became anxious, picturing her son knocking his head about a stone..A sharp edge of the stone..She imagined him bleeding and in so much pain.  

“Jess, tell me, why is he crying so much? Is it terrible?” 

“No. He just got scared, and of course, he was asking for you.” 

“We are coming back.” Rebecca glanced at Malcolm. He was holding the “thing” and waited for Rebecca to hang up. 

“What happened?” Malcolm asked politely. 

“I’ll tell you in the car.” Rebecca turned around and headed back up the hill. 

In the car; Eric was calling. He was returning Rebecca’s call at the most inconvenient time. Rebecca told him about Jack’s accident right away. She also said to him that she was on a trip with Malcolm. They went to a little pound. 

“What the hell Rebecca? I let you leave for a week to stay on a farm so you could hand over. 

Jack to your sister and enjoy your free time with some random guy?” 

This conversation wasn’t going well..Rebecca didn’t want to defend Malcolm and explain to Eric that he was just polite; because Jess suggested that trip. That was to say in private and not in Malcolm’s presence.

She agreed to call him again when she was with Jack. 

They arrived back at the dairy farm. Jack was already content and playing joyfully with Malcolm’s son Liam. Jessica was watching them from a distance. 

It was a strange afternoon. Rebecca felt guilty for leaving Jack alone; even though she had no reason. She didn’t leave him with a stranger.. It was just an accident. Jack’s first proper accident, actually. Rebecca started calling Eric right away, and she noticed that Malcolm was carrying the weird casket looking-like object to his garage. 

What did he keep inside that he wanted to share with her? She couldn’t remove all her morbid thoughts from her head.

Rebecca was finally able to explain to Eric the whole situation.

He insisted on coming to join her, but for no more than three days.

After that, he wanted all of them to leave back to London. She agreed. It was fair. 

It was almost after dinner time when Eric arrived. Jack was just in his pyjamas downstairs with Liam; playing racing cars. He was such a good company for Jack. 

Rebecca could enjoy a glass of wine with her sister and Malcolm. Eric seemed pleased to see his crew. He lifted Jack as if they hadn’t seen each other for months and kissed Rebecca. Malcolm offered him a beer, but Eric was a wine person, so he poured himself a glass from a bottle sitting on the table. It was so cosy down there. 

Eric sat next to Malcolm, and they were talking about business. Eric wanted to know what it was like to be a farmer in the Peak District. Rebecca could spend more time with her sister. They talked about their parents..

Jack seemed to be tired. Liam suggested to take him upstairs and stay with him for a bit.  

“Oh, that’s so sweet, Liam, but please don’t worry. I’ll go.” Rebecca stood up, but Eric grabbed her hand and said: “Let him go, Rebecca. He will be fine.” 

She was perplexed. Jack didn’t seem to have a problem going upstairs with his new friend either. 

Rebecca opened another bottle of wine that Jess passed to her when Malcolm and Eric left. 

“Do you think they get along, Jess?” 

“Well, Malcolm has a gift. He’ll be able to talk to anyone. No matter if they have something in common or not.” 

“That’s reassuring.” Rebecca laughed. 

“How are you feeling?” Jess landed her hands on Rebecca. 

“You were right. I needed this. I haven’t done anything like this since Jack was born.” She replied. 

As if changing the environment and escaping daily routines offered a new perspective. Was it really that simple, though? No. Rebecca knew that running away from problems wasn’t a solution. She also admitted to herself that her life wasn’t going according to the plan. Most importantly, she didn’t want to feel guilty about being a full-time mother who could not stay on top of the housework. So what? It wasn’t permanent. Why such a big deal?

The wine they were drinking was working wonders. She suddenly figured out what she needed to tell Eric to fix their relationship. She wasn’t happy with his attitude and support.

“Where did they go, anyway?” Rebecca fixed her eyes on Jess. 

“I have no idea. Do you want to go and check?” Jess suggested.

“What about Jack, though?” Rebecca reminded her sister.

“I said, do you want to go and check? Of course, I will stay and check on him.” 

Rebecca slid into her dirty and muddy trainers and walked outside. It was pitch-black out there. She noticed that there was light in Malcolm’s garage. It was about fifty steps away from the cottage, and she decided to walk there. The front door was locked, which was weird. She could hear Malcolm and Eric talking inside. There was no window, so she could peek inside. But the old garage door made of wood offered tiny holes; she tried to find the biggest one to see what they were doing. 

Finally, she found a hole big enough to lean on and see.

They were sitting on old chairs; she could only see their backs. It looked like there was something on the table that they were looking at. They were murmuring. She couldn’t decode a word. Malcolm got up, and then she saw it. It was the casket on the table! “Oh my god! Why was he showing it to Eric?” Maybe they were plotting a “how to get rid of your wife” plan..

“Psst, Becky-boo!” Jess was calling Rebecca from the dark. 

“Jack wants you!”  

“Wait! I am coming.” 

Rebecca was trying to stay a couple of more seconds, but Jess kept announcing that Jack was tearful. She left back inside to put him to sleep. She had so many questions to ask Eric. She was so curious about what Malcolm was hiding in that casket and why it was so important that he wanted to show his guests? It was morbid, indeed.

The next morning, Rebecca found herself in bed with Jack. She had a terrible headache and from what she was wearing was clear that she fell asleep last night when putting him to sleep. Eric was fast asleep too; but he was undressed at least. Rebecca wondered about last night and how much she wanted to know what was in that casket. 

Rebecca lied in bed and was trying to fall asleep, but Jack was ready to start the day. He was demanding breakfast. She put on some clothes, and they went downstairs to make some pancakes. On the table, she found a loaf; a jam jar and a note – please help yourself. It was only 8am. She spotted Malcolm outside when she started spreading butter on Jack’s toast. 

“Good morning, pumpkins.” Eric surprised her. 

He walked downstairs with a warm smile; kissed Rebecca and Jack. He scanned the table and offered to make a coffee. 

“Shall we go for a little family adventure today?” He proposed. 

‘I’ve heard there is a great farm with horses, Jack. Shall we check it out?” 

It was sweet of Eric. Rebecca didn’t expect him to be excited about this trip nor being involved in any family activities. In fact, she imagined him working on his laptop all these three days; catching up on work or watching more YouTube videos. 

“Sounds great, Eric.” Rebecca replied. She was dying to ask him what he and Malcolm were talking about last night. As if there was an inner voice stopping her from asking. She also thought about whether Malcolm was responsible for Eric’s idea to explore the farm with horses. 

What did they talk about last night? 

A-stay-at-home-goddess- part two

From a good looking chick; to an exhaustive mother of a three-year-old. How can she safe her marriage and feel good about herself again?

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Rebecca was nervously holding her pink woollen sweater..Her throat was sore, and her hands were sweating as she was announcing to Eric that they were leaving with Jack for a week. 

“What?” Eric managed to reply. 

Rebecca’s heart started pounding..and she had a tremendous urge to cry.…Why? 

She didn’t seek Eric’s approval, but his wrong word choices often left deep scars underneath her skin..

She didn’t need another marriage battle. Every time she tried to relax and Jack became needy, Eric made Rebecca feel bad for sitting around and doing nothing…he made her feel like a mother that was not paying attention to her son..And then she firmly suffered from a mother’s guilt. 

 “Why are you going, Rebecca?” Eric shook his head.

Jess’s eyes were fixed on both. She deliberately observed their conversation. What happened to these two? She wondered. They were such a sweet couple. Perhaps not soulmates or a perfect match; but they choose to be together for a reason once. They fell in love..They made their beautiful vows to each other and a year later welcomed a new addition to their life..Their beautiful son Jack..If Jess was ever admiring anyone in her life, it was her sister…For her enthusiasm; kindness and love..

As if Rebecca wrapped herself in fear, though..As if she became her own prisoner..Was she overreacting or was Eric such a beast after all?

Well, last night, when Rebecca talked, there were thousands of reasons to leave Eric for a week..thousands of reasons to cry over a bad marriage..and thousands of reasons to believe Eric was insensitive and cruel…

“Look, Eric, I really need Rebecca. I have some personal problems, and having her around with Jack would really help me. You can understand that, right?” 

Eric looked perplexed..

Jess sounded so genuine and convincing..What a gift to have a sister like her, Rebecca thought. Jess was puzzled, though. What happened to her sister? She used to manage a team of jealous and toxic chicks.. And never took a no for an answer..She used to be a warrior, but now all traces of her confidence vanished.

“Fine. But please let me take you there at least.” He added briskly. 

“That’s not a bad idea.” Jess smiled politely. 

Jack was walking up and down the hallway wearing his dinosaur travel bag; which he stuffed with farm animals. He was utterly excited about the trip. 

In less than four and a half hours, they arrived at the beautiful scenery of the Peak District National Park ..It was a different world from the concrete jungle they lived in..Even Eric looked amused..Jack was fast asleep in his car seat. Jess was sitting at the back next to him, and Rebecca was glued to the window, absorbing the energy that the open green space offered, and that was bringing so much joy to her heart already..

Welcome to the dreamland, she murmured to herself.

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Just off the narrow road, they were driving on, Rebecca spotted a cute white cottage surrounded by massive hills..Right next to the cottage was a meadow full of sheep and a chunky tree with something hanging that looked like a home-made swing..

The sky was grey, but Jess reassured Rebecca that it was not going to rain..They were planning to unpack; meet Malcolm and explore the local corners of the Peak District National Park by foot – only as far as Jack would walk..

Eric was slowly approaching the property of Malcolm’s Dairy Farm On The Hill. It was a perfect spot for writers to create the most romantic stories..it was a beautiful place where you were milking cows and stroking sheep all day long..not everybody’s dream but mesmerizing.

“Are you going to be riding horses, Jack?” Eric gazed at him, but he was still fast asleep. 

“Malcolm doesn’t have horses.” Jess giggled.

Rebecca, Jess and Eric stepped out of the car. Jess started ringing Malcolm. Eric stretched his legs and arms and headed to the sheep land.

Rebecca stayed near the car. She was admiring the massive hills which were evoking respect in her. One of the green hills was surrounded by something that appeared to be a dark line, and she wondered if it was a public pathway. From her view, it looked like a beautifully painted drawing of an artist. 

Outside the white cottage was an old wooden bench. She imagined a happily married elderly couple sitting there every day after lunch and telling local tales to their grandchildren..For the month of May, it was quite chilly, but the green hills were partly covered in bushes which were singing burgundy colours. 

“And you haven’t seen the other side of the cottage.” A male voice pierced Rebecca’s ears. 

“You must be Malcolm.” Rebecca offered her hand and scanned him from top to toe quickly. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight black shirt with long sleeves. He was missing a hat to look like a proper farmer from a magazine. Jess was right. He was incredibly charming and sexy. 

“So what’s on the other side?” Rebecca smiled. His presence made her feel nervous. 

Before Malcolm could say a word, Eric appeared by Rebecca’s side and placed his hand around her arms. 

“Hi, I am Eric, Rebecca’s husband.” 

It was cute from Eric that he wanted to mark his territory. Jack was slowly waking up as the car was not moving for a while. He opened his bright blue eyes and started patting on the window. Rebecca took him outside and gave him a big squeeze. She felt thrilled that they left London. Malcolm offered Eric to stay or come back whenever. It was getting dark, so he decided to head back to the city. Jess and Malcolm led Rebecca and Jack to their new “home away from home.”

Malcolm prepared a room on the upper floor with a view at the mountains so Rebecca could finally see what he was hiding behind the cottage. It was a cow land (as Eric would claim) and a little pond which was perhaps right outside the back door.

Jack already unpacked his animals, and they started settling in. Jess made spaghetti bolognese for dinner and promised a fantastic week. It was dark outside. Malcolm introduced someone to Rebecca and Jack in the evening that Jess didn’t mention before. It was his eight years old son Liam. 

Why didn’t she mention liam? Rebecca wondered.

Later that evening, Rebecca learnt that Liam’s mum passed away, and it was only Malcolm and him on the farm. Liam was going to a local school and every day was meeting his friends in a little village nearby. Malcolm was doing everything on his own. He was a farmer; father, and a loving boyfriend. He was indeed an inspirational man with a golden heart and pockets full of kind words. Rebecca wondered what was wrong with this man. No man was perfect!

The next day, Jack was up much earlier than usual. Rebecca was already up thinking about her life. She was digging in her memories the early days she met Eric. It was like watching a movie from far away. She remembered Jack when he was born..She remembered Eric when they brought him home. Eric changed. As if he had no understanding of the new look of his tired wife, who became a mother overnight. He offered no help. He didn’t ask about her feelings. Why? 

But Jack was getting hungry. Rebecca walked downstairs to the kitchen; holding Jack in her hands. Malcolm was already up and making pancakes. She started to wonder whether this man was an alien? He had two adult women in the house and was making pancakes? What a dream to every single woman! But seriously..What was wrong with him? Why was he such a gentleman? And she now understood where Jess learnt her new cooking skills…

They ate and walked outside, each holding their black coffee – with the look of the most important decision-makers on the planet earth. Liam offered help and took Jack to see the sheep. Rebecca was nervous. Jess reassured her that everything was fine and she went to join them. Rebecca was left with Malcolm alone. He was particularly interested in Rebecca’s personal life. He was asking questions she didn’t appreciate – about Eric. 

When Malcolm stepped away for a moment; Rebecca walked to get Jess. She pulled her away from the kids and asked:

“What did you tell Malcolm, Jess? Why is he spying on my personal life? And why didn’t you tell me about Liam? What the hell is going on?” She was enraged.

“Ok. Let’s sit down so I can tell you.” 

The two of them sat down. Rebecca was still watching Jack and Liam. They went by the swing. Malcolm used to be a different man. Before his wife died, he was a workaholic. He spent days and nights working on the farm and drinking in his free time. He wasn’t a very respectful man. Ever since his wife passed away, he promised himself that he would change. No woman would need to feel disrespected again. He qualified as a marriage counsellor and in his little free time, started helping all villagers who were going through a marriage crisis. 

“What?” Did you take me here for that reason? What the hell Jess? I didn’t ask you to sign me up for marriage counselling.”

“You were not listening to a single word when I came to meet you. This is a neutral ground here. You can talk about it with someone who can actually help you.”

“How dare you, Jess. I wanted my sister. I wanted to talk to my best friend. Not some stranger who was treating her wife like shit.”

Rebecca walked away to get Jack and disappeared in the cottage. She walked upstairs and started packing. Eric wasn’t answering his phone. 

Jess knocked on the door of her room.

“Becky-boo. Please stay. I am sorry. I want to help you..”

“Fine. But tell Malcolm to leave me alone. All I want is to hug trees and go for a walk. I am not going to spend my time here telling the story of my life to some stranger.” 

“Deal.” Jessica hugged her. 

Why did Rebecca change her mind? Did she realise that her marriage was at risk?

TO BE CONTINUED…

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PS: If you missed part one; here it comes -> A-stay-at-home-goddess – PART ONE

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A Stay-At-Home goddess – PART ONE

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Jack went wild and smashed a china elephant. The one Claire brought from Africa. For heaven’s sake. It was a special gift. Claire believed the elephant drew good luck to her life, and now it crashed into a million pieces. Awesome. 

Maybe if it weren’t for the shocking news, it wouldn’t have happened; Rebecca wondered. She was torn to bits as she watched Claire’s little angel girl Sammy writing away her own name.. Whaaat??? Jack could barely pronounce his surname or remember his age.

How in the hell did she learn to write her own name? She was busy sorting out the puzzle whilst Jack snuck out from the kitchen like Houdini. Then he grabbed the bloody elephant and BOOM; let it fall, just like that. 

Not on purpose, of course. Rebecca knew how much it meant to Claire, but how could she possibly feel responsible? 

Why didn’t Claire keep it hidden in the first place? Under her pillow or in the basement. Why did she need to keep such a valuable gift on display in the living room..Yes. In the living room!!! The busiest room in everyone’s house. How Insane. Right? Everyone could reach it. But no, of course, it must have been Rebecca’s kid smashing the gift…Aaargh!!!!

OK, fair enough, Jack was a clumsy kid, but so what anyway? 

Any three-year-old could’ve dropped it. Claire had thousands of visitors per week. 

Thank god Claire didn’t make a scene, though. It was awkward enough already. She looked surprisingly quiet. 

“I am so sorry, Claire. I am sure Jack didn’t mean it.” 

“That’s alright. I still have the stones.” She sniffed. 

Phew. Claire took it well. 

What stones was she talking about? Rebecca couldn’t recall any more crappy mysterious stories about some rocks. 

Sammy was counting from one to ten..Claire was tidying the mess,

and REbecca was dressing up Jack. What a fun afternoon..

“How’s Jack with numbers?” Claire turned to Rebecca whilst she was on her knees…Why the question? Rebecca started to wonder. Just because Sammy was a new candidate for a Nobel prize, it didn’t mean that Jack was a stupid kid because he had no clue about numbers whatsoever. 

“He’s good! A bit shy but doing really well.” Rebecca patted Jack’s back proudly. 

Oh boy..Rebecca never wanted to become one of those mothers; who are comparing her child’s abilities to others..neither did she want to become a liar….

But did she have a choice? All her friends gave birth to genius children. Where did that leave her with Jack? 

Yes. Jack was a happy, healthy kid, but he was not interested in learning. And of course, nobody was EVER going to find out. EVER!

Biting her fingernails; Rebecca was driving back home. Jack was content in his car seat at least. The casino lights were dancing on his lap. He was amused by the corner shops..and the funeral service..It was a lovely April evening.

”Stop sucking your finger, Jack.!” 

And how come Claire’s house is always so tidy? And her soft muffins..so indulging..Rebecca murmured and glanced at the box full of three yummy home-made blueberry muffins sitting next to her..Thank god Claire put them next to Rebecca’s coat before the incident happened. 

“Muffin. I want muffin.” Jack demanded. 

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When does she find the time to bake anyway? And energy? Miss almost perfect. Yep. Almost. She wasn’t married yet. Alan didn’t propose to her yet. Ha! Gotcha! Bloody Claire!

“Bloody Claire.” Jacked repeated quietly. 

Poor Rebecca was drowning in her own pool of jealousy; ignoring Jack’s calling. She was losing her own sanity.

They arrived home. Rebecca parked the car when a tsunami of salty tears started washing her hot cheeks..What now?

“I want to go home, mama.” 

Two minutes later…

“Are you serious, Becc?” Eric held Jack’s soaking wet nappy in between his fingers as she was opening the front door; wiping her own tears away. He was disgusted. 

Oh, you must be kidding me. Did I get the time wrong? She checked her phone, but it was 18:00. The time was right, but her husband arrived home early. Busted. 

Rebecca put Jack down and took her shoes off. 

 “Sorry. I was in a hurry.” She sighed. 

“Becca, how many times did I tell you to switch off the lights when you were leaving home?” Why did he need to be such a pain? Eric was now walking from one room to another; inspecting the flat and criticising Rebecca. 

“Enough, Eric. You come home from work; eat your dinner, and watch YouTube channels. That’s it.” Rebecca opposed. She had enough comments coming from a man who didn’t lift a finger at home. Why did he need to act like a king and made her feel like his maid? Rebecca wondered if that was a man thing or a marriage thing or what. 

“Excuse me, honey? Did you forget who pays the bills? Are you asking me to do all the chores now too?” 

“But I am all by myself with no help, Eric. It’s not easy to keep the house tidy, you know? And it’s not only that! Remember, you have a son!.” Rebecca burst into tears because Eric was so insensitive and kept raising his voice to make a point.. 

For the best, she disappeared behind the bathroom doors; she knew it there so well lately. It was a safe zone. She could be completely herself. No more fake masks that represented a happy and content wife or a “mamma hero.” She could be tearful and desperate Rebecca, with greasy hair and who was crying for help. Why is he such a nerd? She kept whispering to the mirror. 

“Maybe call your sister, Becca. I don’t know what to do with you anymore. No matter what I tell you, nothing works.” Eric added.

Eric wasn’t always like this – egocentric and gross. Rebecca remembered him as a supportive and loving boyfriend who was so thrilled to have a son. Ever since he started his new job and Jack was born; he’s changed. He became cold-blooded and patronising. He wasn’t helping with Jack, and he was pissed off every time Rebecca didn’t want to have sex. The dynamics in their relationships changed. 

Rebecca’s changed too, though. From a confident and good looking chick, she became fatigued and a tearful wreck of nerves. She had no sex drive. Or maybe she had, but Eric took it away whenever he raised his voice..Every single conversation led to an argument with him. But at least Jack was happy.

Or was Rebecca really failing as a mother and a wife? Maybe Eric was right. Perhaps it was time to call her sister. 

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Jess was a long way from London. Her boyfriend owned a farm up north. She was Rebecca’s younger sister and didn’t think about having children as yet. She loved children so much, though, which was why she wanted to become a primary school teacher. Jess was the prettiest one. With her pale soft skin and ginger hair; red lipstick and white teeth; so many men ended up hypnotised and addicted to her nutty eyes as years passed by…

Rebecca and Jess shared sweet childhood memories. Sadly, their parents died suddenly in a car accident only five years ago. Since the tragedy, Jess and Rebecca became one unit. 

Rebecca and Jess Shared Sweet Childhood memories. Sadly, their

parents died suddenly in a car accident only fiver years ago. Since

the tragedy, Jess and Rebecca became one unit.

The next day, Rebecca called Jess, who agreed to come down to London at short notice. But only if Rebecca paid her visit back for a week!

Rebecca nodded carelessly. She had no idea what life on farms was like, and it wasn’t important. Long before Eric, Rebecca used to be a typical city barbie..She wouldn’t know how chicken eggs got to the shelves in her local store or what milking cows actually meant. But she needed a friend. A close friend. Someone to talk to. She’d agree to anything to achieve that.  

Eric was relieved that Jess was coming. Little Rebecca and Eric knew how Jess’s visit was going to make a change in their lives..and marriage. Or did they want to live next to each other like silent roommates forever?

“Hey, Becky-boo!” Jess screamed when she appeared on Rebecca’s doorstep the following day. It was a heartwarming moment for both. Jess looked so young and beautiful as usual; wearing her pink floral dress; covering her boney shoulders with a blue jeans jacket. 

“Hey, little sister. Soo good to see you” Rebecca hugged her as if it was for the last time in their lifetime.. Her presence almost pushed tears into Rebecca’s eyes; there was so much to talk about. 

“Alright, alright! Let me in! Where is my little nephew!” Jess screamed. 

It was soo good to have her around. She brought such good vibes to their home already. 

Rebecca let Jess settle in their living room. When she unpacked her suitcase, she started stocking stuff on Rebecca’s kitchen counter… A butter…a box of fresh eggs and milk. All good home-made products from Jess’s new farmer Malcolm. Oh, he was so smart; hard working and sexy. If there ever was a perfect gentleman like you see in those telenovelas; he was definitely one of them. No woman could ever feel insecure with him. He was such a symbol of strength, and he was so kind too. 

Jess marched to the kitchen and started opening all cupboards..

“Where do you keep flour, Becky-Boo?” 

“What are you doing, Jess? You can’t cook?” Rebecca teased her. 

“Give me the flour and watch! I’ll make some pancakes for all of us.” Jess winked at her.

“By the way, Malcolm says hi.” She added and lifted an egg. 

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Rebecca made a pot with raspberry tea and popped into a corner shop for jam and chocolate spread. Jack stayed with Auntie Jess. They were building blocks. 

Soon Rebecca opened the front door. 

“So tell me, sis, what’s going on?” Jess grabbed the chocolate spread and headed to the kitchen. Rebecca started talking about her struggles as a mother; housewife and a wife. 

“Is that a bread in your hair, Becky-Boo?” Jess pulled a piece of crumb from Rebecca’s hair whilst she was talking about housework..As they kept chatting, Rebecca started to feel like a total loser and burst in tears. Her marriage was falling apart. She tolerated her husband’s insults which were becoming worse and worse every time she let him cross the line..Finally, she had someone to talk to.

“I don’t like seeing you like this, Becky.” Jess squeezed her arms. “Let me give you something.” She came back from the living room with two pink bath bombs. Jack was watching TV. 

“Take a shower Becky and then we’ll have something nice to drink, OK?” She added. 

Jess was an angel. She was a real lifesaver; having her around was better than going to the spa. Rebecca felt loved like she didn’t feel for a very long time. 

Jess was enjoying her time around Jack and Rebecca too. She read Jack a story that put him to sleep. Eric was out for drinks after work. It was a perfect evening.

 Jess even brought scented candles; fairy lights and a bottle of expensive wine from Malcolm. Rebecca prepared some snacks, and they sat on the floor in the living room like two teenage girls; chatting away they were digging in memories which led to Jared. A boy they both fell in love once. It was a great evening full of laughter..

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“Becky, pack your stuff. We are going to leave tomorrow. I will take you to Malcolm’s farm and show you something. You and Jack will love it there” Jess put her glass of wine down and grabbed Becca’s hands..

“What? Are you crazy? I can’t leave like that?” 

“Actually, I think we should have done this a long time ago Becky-Boo..”

TO BE CONTINUED….

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