WTF?

WTF - Chapter 1, Season 4.

My hands trembled, as I held the photo.  Who is this child? It was a picture of a new born baby boy.  His black hair was thickly curled, around smooth cinnamon brown skin.  Eyes closed, sleeping quietly…wrapped in a knitted ocean blue blanket.  What a beautiful baby, I thought.

Who is this child?  …And why is this photo in my fiance’s glove box?

Oh, this must be his nephew, or perhaps that of friend’s.  Minutes ticked into hours, as I waited for my fiance to come home.  As I prepared dinner for 2, I kept reaching into the pocket of my apron, pulling out the photo…locked onto his face.  I made his favorite, grilled salmon, green beans and saffron rice.  Today, I decided to make a sauce from virgin olive oil, fresh lemon juice, oregano and sea salt.  He came home late, as usual, but he had a bundle of lilies and a stuffed teddy bear…asking how I was feeling.

Loved the flowers.

I tossed the stuffed teddy bear next to the other 3. I’ll name it later.

The silence of dinner was broken by, “You know, my sister had a miscarriage and she was back on her feet in one week”. I snapped, “Really?…One week? Well, she has 4 children by 3 different men. I think our situation is different.”

“She also said that you might be blaming me for your situation” he said.

“MY SITUATION? Situation?”

Here’s the summary of My Situation: I’ve never been pregnant and I wanted babies. We discussed it year 3 of our relationship. I was fastly approaching 40 and we decided to go thru fertility treatments. I became pregnant one month later. Unfortunately, the baby was lodged in my tubes and I miscarried at week 6. I was still crying 2 months later.

As I cleared the dishes from the table, I poured 2 glasses of wine.  I placed his glass in front of him and sat down at the other end of our dining room table.  I pulled out the picture of baby-doe…..took a deep breath and asked, “Sweetie, who is this?”

“Oh, so you’re going thru my shit?” he said.

“I was looking for my CD and you told me it was in your glove box…SOOOOO, who’s baby?”

“I’ve told you…it’s my niece’s baby”.

“You never told me any such thing…your niece? Which one?” I said.

“Look, I’m not going to argue with you” and with that he grabbed his car keys and left.

NEXT: Part 2.

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