Babies and Departures

I had just reached the doorway when I saw Kelly putting her things in the nursery, which Quentin had prepared for our baby after I got pregnant.

My rage flared right then—we had picked the decorations to the furniture in that room together, and everything in there was a symbol of our love for our baby.

But now, Quentin was letting Kelly sleep there?! Was he going to let her use everything in there for her baby too?!

I shook with rage as Kelly smiled at me smugly, lying flat on the small bed meant for my baby.

I rushed up, intent on dragging her off, but she was screaming as she suddenly fell out of the bed even before I reached her.

Quentin rushed into the room when he heard her and promptly grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside, glaring at me in rage as he growled, "What are you doing?!"

I glared at him in turn, tears of grief welling up in my eyes as my voice cracked in tears. "Are you letting Kelly have that room too?!"

Quentin appeared briefly apologetic but soon frowned. "What's the problem? She's just staying for a while anyway, and she likes it."

I gaped at him, incredulous. "You said it yourself! This is going to be our baby's room—"

He cut me off right then. "Just stop it! What's gotten into you lately?! Why are you being so unreasonable?! I told you she isn't staying here forever—she's just staying for a while!

"Hell, you're disappointing me so much that I'm beginning to wonder if it's a mistake marrying you! Or do you want our baby to live without a father?!"

My heart was in pieces even as I looked at him—he was threatening to leave me and my baby if I continued my antics.

I hung my head to hide my disappointment and turned to leave in silence.

I could see the hint of guilt on Quentin's face, but he quickly hid it as he spoke again behind me, his tone gentler this time. "I can just make a better room for the baby later anyway…"

A better room?

No, I wasn't giving him the chance.

I was going to take my baby away from her father who clearly didn't love her.

I continued ahead, smiling wryly.

Soon, Kelly called out meekly, "Quentin…"

Quentin stopped talking right then, and I turned to see him hurrying to her.

As it turned out, my absence didn't even matter to him.

Later, Kelly started sending me many voice messages, and Quentins's voice was ever so affectionate in them.

"Don't worry about Jolin. She's always so petty—she'll be fine in a couple of days.

"You can stay here with no worries. I'll also arrange for renovations if there's anything in your room that doesn't suit your tastes."

As I listened to all those recordings of Quention's tender voice, that was when I realized that yes, he was good to me and cared so much about our unborn child before, but it was all practice, for the sake of Kelly and her baby.

Even the nursery was made for her sake.

Tears of misery streamed down my cheeks, and my heart hurt so much I couldn't even breathe.

The love I prided myself with was a joke all along.

That was when I felt a kick in my belly—my baby seemed to sense my mood.

I quickly assured her, "It's alright, baby. You won't have to stay with a daddy who doesn't love us."