Tears streamed down Lily's face as she clung to James, "It's not her fault, I got carried away. Didn't think Grace would wish me dead after the net chatter. Didn't think she'd be this mad."
"James, our baby will be okay, right?"
Hearing her, James looked even more remorseful.
He wrapped his arms around Lily, comforting her with a voice so tender it could wring tears from a stone.
I'd spent my best years behind him, but now, I was the punchline.
He looked at me, eyes full of a cold breakup. As if to say. I was a smear in his life.
Luckily, Lily was rushed to the hospital just in time and the baby was fine.
I bailed early and headed back to what barely feels like home anymore.
There was a time when James wouldn't even come home, dodging my affection like it was the plague.
He thought I was trying to trap him with the kid.
When the door swung open, it wasn't what I expected—no yelling, no drama, as if nothing had happened.
James pulled out a slice of cake and offered it to me. "Why'd you jet off so early? I couldn't find you anywhere."
He didn't bother with the baby talk, treating me like I was clueless.
I pushed his hand away, laughing it off, "Congrats, James, you're a dad now."