I just kept smiling.
My mother was seething. "Say the word. Just say the word, and I'll go in there and beat that baby right out of her. I don't care if I go to prison!"
I told her I had a plan.
She slapped me across the face, furious and heartbroken, and refused to speak to me after that.
Two months before Vera's due date, I took her to the BMW dealership to pick out a car.
"See anything you like? Take your pick."
Vera stared at me, stunned.
"You're not mad at me? For... being involved with your husband?"
I smiled. "You're giving the Head family an heir. I should be thanking you. Why would I be mad?"
She opened her mouth, then hesitated. I knew what she wanted to say.
I cut her off gently. "Pregnancy hormones are no joke. Don't overthink things. Just pick a car."
Then I walked over to a six-figure luxury sedan.
"Like this one?"
Vera barely nodded before I waved the salesman over and handed him my card. Full payment. No financing.
The clueless salesman looked at me. "And whose name should I put on the title?"
I glanced at Vera. "Hers, of course."
Vera burst into tears on the spot.
"Don't cry," I said. "It's not time for tears yet."
She froze, confusion flickering across her face.