“T-thank you, Mrs. Roger.” Her voice trembled and her hand instinctively moved to her belly in a protective gesture.
“The baby’s father treats you well?” I asked, watching her squirm.
“He… yes. He treats me well.” She replied quickly, refusing to meet my eyes.
“That’s good, then. Cherish it. Just don’t let yourself be fooled by the wrong kind of man.”
I held her gaze for a long beat, then turned on my heel and walked away.
Walking out of Brian’s office building, I drew in a long breath of cold air.
Vanessa O’Hara, you really think hiding in the shadows means I can’t touch you? You’ll learn soon enough what it means to cross a wife.
That night, Brian came home late, reeking of whiskey and woman’s perfume.
“Client dinner. Had a few drinks to please them,” he muttered, hiccupping as he kicked off his shoes. “I’ll go shower.”
Vanessa: [Babe, the checkup went well. Doctor says everything good. Oh and it’s a boy!]
Brian: [That’s amazing! I’ll have a son. Tomorrow I’ll take you shopping for baby stuff.]
Vanessa: [You’re the best, babe. I love you.]
Brian: [I love you and our baby. Once he’s here, we’ll be a real family.]