The elders in the family were the happiest, of course. Once they confirmed the pregnancy, they were overjoyed.
Spencer’s behavior changed too. He no longer treated me as coldly as he had before.
However, one thing hadn’t changed. He still liked staying out all night.
During the day, though, he would take me shopping for baby supplies. I watched him rush around, buying things for the baby, loading the car with bags. For a brief moment, I thought maybe he finally remembered that he had a wife and a child on the way.
But it was only an illusion. After dropping me off at home, he started changing clothes again, preparing to leave.
"Are you going out again?" I asked. I didn’t know where I found the courage, but I had to ask.
He paused, meeting my gaze for a moment. There was something in his eyes, perhaps a flicker of panic. He quickly looked away.
"I need to make money for our child’s future. These social engagements are important."
For once, he didn’t scold me for asking, didn’t make me feel like I was intruding on his affairs. He actually explained himself.
"Then be careful," I said softly. I didn’t dare ask him to come home early. I didn’t want him to think I was asking for too much.