The week had passed by so perfectly, it gave Fiona too much confidence. Tonight, she sulked on her bed with an unlocked phone. Not her’s, but David’s. And the appalling texts underneath her thumb made all of the perfectness disappear with the ding of an incoming message.
David was walking back from their closet, the bedroom thundering after each step. Fiona had no choice but to leave the phone where she found it—upside down, on his pillow. For now, she would force her biggest smile, wrap her arms around him, and say, “I can’t wait until the baby comes.”