Her words hit me like a heavy blow to the heart. Indeed, I had dreamed of having a child since I was twenty. For ten years, I prayed that Martin and I would have one. But every time, my hope was crushed. I couldn’t live like this anymore. I only wanted to end things completely.
Our loud argument drew the attention of Wendy Haines. That woman was the single mother next door. She came over with her baby in her arms, trying to hand the child to Martin. Every day around this time, Wendy went to work and Martin helped take care of her child.
When Wendy saw us, she ignored the chaos and rushed to take the baby from me. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never seen before. It was as if he were holding his own baby.
My chest tightened so much that I almost lost my balance. Martin and I once had children, too, but I lost them both in miscarriages.
Then, Wendy said softly, “Sophia, I heard everything. I hope you don’t mind Martin helping me with the baby. I’ll start looking for another place today and move out soon. I don’t want to affect your relationship.”
Martin frowned, unwilling to let go.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just helping you take care of your child. That’s all.”