I had just found out I was pregnant when Yvette Grant announced she was expecting too.
The day I returned from my check-up, I barely stepped through the door when I heard her soft, saccharine voice.
“Caleb, what do you think we should name our baby? I’m scared… What if it hurts too much?”
Caleb Lawson held her shoulders with a gentle gaze that could melt candle wax. As they laughed and chatted, Caleb suddenly glanced up and saw me at the door.
I slowly walked toward him. “Caleb, what does she mean by that?”
His arm stayed firmly around Yvette as he sighed. “Go to our room, Natalie. I’ll explain later.”
“Explain it to me now!” I demanded.
Caleb’s expression hardened. “Natalie, don’t make a scene, alright?”
While suppressing my tears, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.
“What are you doing?” Yvette, distressed over Caleb getting hit, immediately pushed me away and shielded him behind her.
She puffed out her stomach slightly and said, “I’m carrying Caleb’s baby. What right do you have to hit him?”
It felt like my heart had been torn wide open in that instant. Tears streamed down my face.
Caleb frowned deeply as he watched me cry. I could see from his gaze that his patience was thinning.
