CAFE LOVE

CHAPTER 11
I couldn't believe my ears. You may be thinking 'big deal its just a house?' but you wouldn't if you saw the size of Max's house you would change your mind. It's tiny.
"You what!" I gasped running over to him
"Yeah and no ones done anything," he said "No ones looked at it so now we have more of a chance to buy it." I smiled. I ran quickly to the phone and made an appointment to see it Wednesday.

When that day came we followed the estate agent into the house and she showed us round. It was the perfect size. And in the right area.
"The price of this house is £320,000 but because no one has bought for ages we'll knock the price down to £260,000."

"Hmm." I said. Max said nothing. I looked up at him urging to say something. He looked at me and could tell I really wanted this house.
"You don't have to decide rig…" Max cut her off

"No we'll buy it." I leaped up at him.

{A month later}
It was a Saturday. And me and Max decided to decorate our bedroom. We wrapped the furniture in cloths and started to paint the back wall, red. We then painted all the other walls white. To lighten the room up a bit. We changed the curtains to blinds and put all the furniture back where it was.
We both heard the door knock and we went down to answer it. It was one of our neighbours, Leah Green. Her eyes were filled with tears. In her hand she held her four year old Katrina.
"Whats happened?" I asked. She hesitated and ten spoke her voice quiet "He's dead," I looked at the her in disbelief. Leah looked down at the ground. "Henry's dead."
I gasped. But she seemed to be taking this better than you would expect. She continued "I'm to sad and depressed to look after Katrina…"

"But she's the only thing you have." Max said

"Yeah what are you gonna do with her otherwise?" I asked

"I want you to have her." I gasped again "Don't ask questions I know what I'm doing. I want to wait till she older like 6 when she doesn't need me all the time. Not many years to go only two." Leah handed me the hand of Katrina, who obediently walked and stepped beside me. I couldn't speak. I looked at Max. My eyes went back to where Leah had been standing. She wasn't there. 'What?' I mouthed. I closed the door. We have a baby now? Why? Why us?

{Three months later.}
Katrina was still with us. Still four. Still had no idea what was happening. It had just turned 3 o'clock. Katrina was having her afternoon nap and Max and me were in the kitchen. We heard Katrina start to cry. I sighed. I looked tired from the loss of sleep. I started to walk out the door but Max held me by the arm.
"What?" I hissed
"I'll go," Max said calmly "You need to rest." I looked at him and a smile creeped across my face.

The next day the same thing happened but it was only me in the house with Katrina. Max had gone out to the pub. As I was walking down the stairs Max came in the door.
"It's four." I accused "You said you would be back at three."

"Pfffft" he answered

"I was alone in the house with Katrina. You know what she's like."

"Yeah so?" he sounded rough. And drunk.

"Your drunk," I sighed "If you weren't I wouldn't forgive you."

"Either way you would forgive me," he said hastily "I'd make you."

Me and Max had never been in a fight before. Never.
I turned my back on him and walked into the kitchen.
"HEY!" he shouted, making Katrina cry again "You come back here."

"Look what you did." I scowled
"Me?" he accused "I wasn't the one who took the child in." he looked at me. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled
"What?" I shouted "If you didn't want the baby then why didn't you say something."

"Oh well sorry, I wanted to please you by doing what you wanted, I guess I was wrong."

I couldn't take anymore. I ran upstairs, grabbed Katrina and ran outside tears streaming down my face. I slammed the door behind me, hard. I got in my car and drove off.