As if responding to his words, a clear small movement pressed against his palm, tiny but sure.
My heart suddenly ached sharply, but I didn’t move away.
Zion had always been like this.
No matter how wildly he fooled around outside, whenever he returned to me, he acted like the gentle, patient husband, the father waiting for his baby to come.
He would soothe me softly, pull the blanket over me, and when my emotions slipped, he would repeat over and over, “Wife, I’ll fix myself,” “Don’t cry, alright?”
As long as I ignored the dirty things he did outside, we could still keep a marriage that looked warm and proper.
But I couldn’t keep doing that, and that was why I chose to walk away.
“Sit up and eat a little.”
Zion leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“After we eat, I’ll drive you to the hospital for the checkup. Isn’t your appointment today?”
At the dining table, while he watched me drink milk, Zion suddenly chuckled, with a hint of testing in his voice.
“Wife, I thought you would call me last night crying, just like when you used to catch me cheating, calling nonstop until I picked up.”
“What happened, little crybaby suddenly switched personality? You really don’t care anymore?”