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."

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

know it's stupid to be upset over something so stupid, but I can't help the way

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 to get resentful because I have been hinting about the proposal

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

back in my

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

you being hormonal

Again?

Don't you know how deadly

and brushes his lips against mine. "I'll take my chances with you." I

making things worse. "The only time I did it, you beat me with your belt," I

on his cheek from how hard I scratched him on the night

I swear, Olly, if I had known the truth...I would have never touched you. Not

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

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

he's a kid, and it's

Although...Rueben is known for saying the wrong thing at the wrong

you say you

I wanted to go to

the table the entire night. After I caved in and ate the liver, I was sick for several days. One of the nastiest things I

adds, "Let's not

past. But I do

stand. After looking at my clothes for a bit, he asks, "Do

gorgeous dress Rueben found

"That one," Rueben mutters.