I loved him. God, I loved him so much. But I could still leave.
I don’t know how many hours I sat there before I stood up. I picked up the little box, sealed it and put it in the freezer.
A few minutes later, I heard the front door open.
“Baby, why aren’t you asleep yet?” Dominic’s jacket slung over his arm, tie hanging loose. He looked tired but still perfect, like always. “What are you doing in the fridge? You hungry?”
I didn’t answer. I just stared at him.
He hesitated, then smiled and from behind him, he pulled out a small, pretty box. “Look what I found. You’ve been craving this, right? I had to go all over the city just to get it.”
He opened the box carefully, laying out the pastries one by one… the same ones I used to eat when I couldn’t keep anything down during the pregnancy.
Once, I would’ve run into his arms, kissed his cheek, thanked him for being so thoughtful.
Now I just felt sick.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning when I didn’t react. “Is the baby making you uncomfortable again?”
He reached out to touch my stomach. I caught his hand before he could.
“Sign this first,” I said quietly, handing him the envelope I’d left on the counter.
He blinked, confused. “What is it?”