Oliver's hand was still resting on her pregnant belly.
The scene stung my eyes.
"Zenon, don't be angry with Saoirse." Oliver lay on the bed, a harmless smile on his face.
"The doctor said I'm in a poor health and Saoirse was afraid something would happen to me and the baby, so she kept it from you all along."
"We’re all doing this for your own good. You’ve been married for so many years and yet childless — it's quite a disgrace," he said, affectionately patting the back of my hand.
“Once the baby is born, we’ll register him in your name so he can call you Dad, okay?”
My father, Jack Lorenger, cleared his throat, adopting the air of an elder.
"Zenon! Oliver got Saoirse pregnant with the Steiners' eldest grandson and also the hope of the Lorengers!"
"Your brother is physically disabled, yet he takes on the burden for you and the Steiners. Instead of showing gratitude, who are you trying to impress with that deathly expression?"
Saoirse finally removed Oliver's hand from her belly and walked toward me. She wanted to hold my hand, but I dodged away.
Her movement froze in mid-air.
"Zenon, after all these years as a husband and wife, don't you still not understand me?"