Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

406. Olivia - Picnic II

I get Spencer down from the counter, and seconds later, he's out the door. Diva goes after him.

Spencer didn't like the pie. He's not wrong about Grandma Khloe being a better chef than me. Why do I even bother making food when Mose loves spending his entire day in the kitchen? I sit at the table, defeated.

Because I wanted to make something nice for everyone. What if all the food I made turned out bad? I should throw it away and make some sandwiches instead. Rueben brought in some junk food the other day. No one will say no to chips and Cheetos.

I'm sure there's some frozen pizza in the freezer. Even ice cream. Everyone loves ice cream.

I put my arms on the table and bury my face in them.

Why did I agree to have a picnic? It's not too late to order takeout.

I groan loudly.

"What's wrong?"

Rueben's voice makes me jerk my head up.

"I didn't hear you enter." I was too busy drowning in self-pity.

"I can tell. But you didn't answer my question. Why do you look like you want to cry for an entire week without stopping."

Because my child hates my cooking. It's the end of the world! For me, at least.

When did I become so dramatic? Is it because of the baby? I don't remember being so hormonal when I was pregnant with Spencer. Maybe because I was on the edge all the time since my father had me live in a small apartment all by myself. I tried to escape many times, but it was impossible. He put bars on all the windows and had men guard the front door day and night.

My chin trembles as I reply, "Spencer hates my food."

me with an amused expression. I swear that if he laughs, I'll throw the pie at

be upset over something so stupid, but I can't

over food?" Rueben tries to figure out if I'm serious or not because I never give a shit about small things. But he should give me a break, I'm pregnant and hormonal, and I'm still waiting for my dream proposal. I'm starting

going to propose there, but then we found Spencer, and

back in my

scoops me up in his arms, and sits on the chair with me in his

being hormonal again?" he

Again?

deadly it is to upset

I snort. "Maybe you will use your fingernails again on me. Leave your mark all

Rueben's brilliant idea to make me feel better? Because so far, he's making things worse. "The only time I did it, you

a faint scar on his cheek from how hard I scratched him on the night they brought me to

swear, Olly, if I had known the truth...I would have never touched

love again, and the first chance I get, I fall for my tormentors. Talk about Stockholm syndrom." Rueben presses his lips to my temple. "You love us, and we love you. Not because of Stockholm Syndrom or some other shit, but because we were meant to

be happy, but I don't point that out. Besides, even if I leave them, what guarantee do I have that I'll find someone who would not only love me but accept my children and see them as their own? For better or for worse, all my men see Spencer as their own,

kid, and it's

is known for saying the

like this. How many times didn't you say you didn't

wanted to

finished everything that was on the plate. I stayed at the table the entire night. After I caved in and ate the

Rueben adds, "Let's

who brought up the past. But I do agree that

After looking at my clothes for a bit, he asks, "Do you remember the lace dress I bought for

gorgeous dress Rueben found for me. I didn't have a chance to wear it since

"That one," Rueben mutters.