Shane responded with a few smiley faces, seemingly not repulsed by the possibility of such an outcome.
Robyn continued to make her plans. “How about I have your child in my belly when getting married to him? Miley swindles you, I swindle her brother.”
“Silly goose.”
Those two words were dripping with affection.
I did not know up from down anymore. Shane believed that I had gotten pregnant on purpose, thus ruining his dream of living life as a DINK.
We had slept next to each other for so many years, yet he did not even bother to verify this with me and just made his own assumptions.
I shook my head and gave a self-deprecating chuckle. Once love had run its course, nothing seemed to be worth lingering on.
Thinking back to two months ago—when his mother held my hands and begged me tearfully—I could only shake my head in incredulity.
“His father has end-stage cancer, and the only wish he has is to have a grandchild. Miley, please forgive me. I only came up with this admittedly ill-conceived plan because I had no other choice.”
