NINETY-ONE

It wasn’t unexpected, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. My mate started to pull away from me. Bit by bit, things were changing and there was no way to stop it. I went to the hospital alone to check on the baby and I came back with tears in my eyes. Why did I have to do it alone?

He asked, oh, yes he asked. He asked how the appointment went, what the doctor said, how I’d gotten pregnant despite the birth control. He asked. He showed interest but it felt forced. There was no tangible reason why he could not go with me yet he refused.

“Don’t think the worst, Sia,” I muttered to myself when I felt tears gather in my eyes again.

The pregnancy was already tough enough, did I have to add a mate that didn’t care about the baby? That’s exactly what it was. When I fell sick, Cahir was there to comfort me, to hold my hair when I threw up, pat my back and wipe my tears. He’d always ask how I felt but there was barely any word about the baby.

The bun in the oven was just four weeks and the