“Tom, stop acting all upset, okay? You know you’re special to me. As long as you behave, I’ll always be with you, right here.”
I just stood there, speechless at her words.
She gently took my hand and placed it on her slightly swollen belly. “Baby, say hi to Daddy. Daddy almost got into trouble today, but Mommy took care of it!”
“Tom, don’t you want to say something to the baby?” Her gentle gaze was locked on me.
Out of instinct, I jerked my hand away. “Sorry, I… I don’t feel well.”
Maybe it was guilt. Maybe I just didn’t want to keep pretending. She didn’t press further, didn’t complain about morning sickness like she used to.
On the way back, she kept glancing at her phone, a faint smile on her lips.
It reminded me of when we first fell in love. Back then, whenever she smiled like that, I’d tease her and grab her phone.
“What are you looking at? Something prettier than me? Tom, you’ve been naughty! No kisses for you tonight!”
She’d always pretend to cry. “Tom stop teasing me! You know I can’t sleep if you don’t kiss me! You’re so mean!”
To everyone else, she was cold and ruthless — a devil in heels. But to me, she’d always acted like a fragile, helpless bunny.