Peter stood by Millie, his fingers delicately tending to the blister on her hand, carefully applying ointment and wrapping her injured skin. “Millie, Gia must know how gentle you are, that you would injure yourself for her and still let her order you around.”
Millie offered a soft, almost embarrassed smile. “It’s no trouble, Doctor Peter.”
Peter sighed. “A giant baby? She makes things up to control me! Even her pregnancy is just a ploy.”
My spirit convulsed, the revelation of his words more painful than the birth I had endured. I had sacrificed everything, bearing a child against my own values and resigning my career to care for our child, coaxed into it by my mother-in-law’s insistence.
But it was Peter’s choice to force me to endure the daily burden of greasy meals, growing our child to a size that had now rendered me helpless. When I had begged for water to soothe my cracked lips, Millie had burned herself in her kindness. And for this, Peter had twisted the situation, stripping me of my right to a cesarean section and sentencing me to natural birth instead.