"Baby, you're a troublemaker," he said to my belly. "You're so naughty. You dare to make things difficult for your mother. Wait until we meet, Daddy will teach you a lesson."
“Don’t worry, Julie," he soothed me. "Tomorrow, we’ll go to the hospital for a check-up. We’ve waited so long for this little one and nothing can go wrong.”
As he said that, his gaze fell to my still-flat stomach and his face was glowing with tenderness. If I hadn’t overheard his conversation with his secretary last night, I would have believed he meant every word that he had just said.
Now, all I wanted to ask his was this, will we truly have the chance to meet this child? Are you truly waiting for this child for a long time?
I swallowed my grief and as I nodded weakly, I said, "Let's go to bed, Blake. I'm tired."
Blake believed me. He assumed that it was normal for me to feel sleepy in the early stages of the pregnancy.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before his murmurs pierced the quiet of the night, "Tracy … Tracy …."
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over and slipped from the corner of my eyes to soak my pillow then disappeared without a trace.