Pregnant

    There's no way...Absolutely no way. We always use protection, and I'm on the pill. How can there be two lines? Two! How can I be two weeks late?

    I drop the disgusting pee stick into the sink before staring at myself in the mirror. 

  What am I going to say to Adam? We aren't ready for a baby. Our marriage is so rocky right now, and his parents aren't supportive at all. Out of the seven years of us being together, I can only remember his mother smiling at me twice. And neither were genuine. 

  I shake my head and force the pessimistic thoughts from my mind. That's not how I should be responding to this news. I should be happy! Overjoyed, even. 

"I can do this," I mumble before brushing my flyaways from my face. 

   I can be a mom. Maybe this baby is what we need. All we have been doing lately is fighting about everything, which isn't us...The fighting all started about the time he became foreman, so I know it is stress-related. Before his new position, we were perfectly happy. Plus, we aren't in the honeymoon stage anymore. We've been married for four years...it's time for a step like this. I should be happy. This is a blessing. 

  I sigh as I pick the pregnancy test back up. I double-check the results one more time before throwing it away.

Time to call the doctor. 

******

    My hands fidget as my eyes keep darting towards the clock. Adam should have been home hours ago. Dinner is cold and spoiled, as is my attitude. I'm pissed. I have messaged him at least fifty times and called twenty. 

  When he is this late, he normally has the decency to shoot me a text. But I guess our last argument has him giving me the cold shoulder, which is something he does. When things don't go just his way, he always gives me the silent treatment. 

  Finally, the gravel crunches in the driveway, and I stand up—the truck door slams, and the uneasy feeling in my stomach doubles. I hope he didn't go drinking with the crew. He isn't a pleasant drunk, and my news needs to be delivered when he has a level-head.

 We have never had an honest conversation about having kids, and as far as he is concerned, conception isn't possible due to how much protection we use. I'm afraid he is going to say the child isn't his....or he doesn't want kids, which is going to lead to an even bigger fight because I am not aborting. 

  The door swings open, and the face I fell in love with in high school comes in frowning. I sigh a little. Every instinct in my body is saying this isn't going to go well. But I have to get it out. We have to discuss this. 

  "Adam," I question, and his blue eyes roll as he is forced to acknowledge me. 

    He runs his hand through his messy brown hair and takes an aggressive stance next to the door before answering me.

 "Not now, Sam. Whatever it is you want to bitch about, not now," Adam snaps, and I cringe due to the blatant disdain in his voice. 

 "Adam, we really need to talk. I know it's late, but I have some things I need to say," I reply, letting my voice drop a little. 

 I hate how he makes me feel sometimes. I hate that my voice becomes passive and appeasing when he barks at me. But we weren't always like this. He used to treat me like a queen. He never raised his voice, and he never put me down. He used to shower me with compliments; now, I'm lucky if I get a kiss goodbye in the morning. 

 "Fuck Samantha, this is why I hate walking through the front door. Every fucking second in this house, I have to listen to you nag. What is it tonight? I came home late? Hell yeah, I did. I'm a grown-ass man. You are my wife, not my keeper. I went out with the guys, and you know what...I shouldn't have even come home," He yells, and my mouth falls open. 

  Tears sting my eyes as he glares at me. And when they fall, he scoffs. 

 "Great. Now I'm the bad guy. Fuck this. I'm going to stay at my parents. See you tomorrow," he grumbles before turning right back around and walking out our one-story ranch-style home. 

*****

    I push the plastics lid down on the Tupperware and place it in the insulated bag. I can't remember the last time I made Adam lunch and took it to the job site, but it's time I did. We need a good icebreaker, and my homemade spinach pasta has never let me down before. 

  I smile to myself as I load the sides in the bag. I made all his favorites and even wrote him a long letter just in case he is too busy to speak with me when I drop by. I've really missed doing sweet things like this for him. 

   Before leaving, I check my appearance in the bathroom mirror. I took extra care to look pretty today. I curled my natural strawberry blonde hair and applied makeup that makes my bright green eyes pop. My dress is white, form-fitting, and deep cut to show my c-cup breasts...a part of my body I know he loves.

  I smile at my appearance. It's been a while since I tried to look good, and I think I forgot how nice I can look. In school, I was popular solely because of my looks, and it is the thing that definitely caught Adam's attention. I know that because I didn't have anything else going for me. I was an orphaned ward of the state, wearing hand-me-downs and holey shoes. But my bad style and poor background didn't matter to Adam, who comes from a very wealthy family, no he was happy to have me. I was the girl every guy had asked out but who had turned every one of them down. I was the unattainable Samantha Layne, the clean-faced angel, according to some. And Adam Polk was the guy who got me. The only guy I wanted. 

  Adam was every girl's dream guy in high school. He was built like a male model with glossy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, and when I first saw him, I was hooked. I didn't care about the fact he came from money, no matter what his mother believes. I loved his smile, his laugh, and his chiseled chest. I also loved how Adam seemed just as happy to call me his as I was to call him mine.

  I remember how Adam would proudly walk through the halls holding my hand. I remember how his buddies used to give him high fives when we would kiss... When did I stop trying to look nice for him? No wonder he has only touched me a few times in the past six months. I need to up my game. If I try to do better, Adam will most likely do the same. We can repair our relationship before our baby ever even arrives. 

   I smile as I grab his lunch and head for my little red Toyota Adam got me when he was promoted.

This is it. I'm going to tell my husband we are expecting. I am going to go back to caring about the little things. That way coming home will be a joyous event for him and not a chore. 

******

   I pull into the site with a wide smile on my face. Adam worked hard to become the foreman of his father's commercial construction company. Mr. Polk hadn't just handed over the title to his eldest son; he has made Adam start at the bottom and work his way up. That way, the crew would respect him, and he would actually know what he was talking about. 

   I park my car next to the mobile trailer Adam uses as an office and smile at the faces I recognize who walk past me. The men seemed shocked to see me, and that stings a little. I really have been letting Adam down. 

  I push the thought down and widen my smile as I grab Adam's lunch. I need to show everyone, including him, how proud I am to be his wife. I need to show them I'm not some nagging housewife who doesn't appreciate him. I love him. I want this to work, and if I have to humble myself a bit to repair what we have, I will. The last thing I want to do is prove his mother right. 

  I chuckle to myself as I open my car door and head for the trailer. Just the thought of how happy his mother would be is encouraging. I open the mobile trailer's door with a satisfied smile, and one thought running through my mind, "sorry Margaret, but you won't be proved right anytime soon."

  My happiness and self-confidence instantly fade as my eyes take in Adam groping and kissing a skinny brunette. His hands are traveling her body as if they have never felt a woman before, and his tongue has to be licking her tonsils. 

  "Adam," I whisper before I can stop myself, and my husband jumps. 

   He pushes her away and meets my shocked eyes with a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar expression. 

"Samantha," he whispers, and the brunette looks between the two of us with a confused expression. 

  "Adam...who is she," she asks after a brief moment of us staring at each other.

I turn my gaze towards her now annoyed face. Red hot rage like I have never felt before blooms in my chest as I look her over. She obviously comes from money. She has diamonds in her ears, diamonds on her neck, and diamonds around her wrist. Her dress is exceptionally slutty, and it shows off her fake breasts beautifully. Her hair is long, but I can see part of an extension due to my husband's hands running through her hair. She is exactly what my mother-in-law has always wanted for her baby boy—a fake high-class bimbo. Fine...as my heart breaks, my old defenses return. 

  I turn my gaze back to my husband as I respond. 

  "I am Adam's wife. Samantha Polk," I answer while stepping towards his desk. 

  I make sure to pose perfectly as I present her with my all-natural side profile. I know I look good. I work out four times a week to ensure that I do. I monitor my diet, so I can make sure I don't become the fat-cow my mother-in-law said I would become..... I can even wear clothes from junior year in high school. My breasts are natural, soft, and perky. My ass is lifted and so toned you can bounce a quarter off it... I guess Adam forgot what was under my sweats...I guess he forgot how I can make him drool.

  For once in over a year, I feel the old Samantha. I feel tough. I feel like the orphaned girl with the backbone made of steel. I feel ready to show him just what he threw away. I push my anger forward to block out my sadness. When I leave here, I will cry. When I leave here, I will break down. But for right now, Adam is going to get the tough "I know I am hot," Samantha he married. No more passive verbally abused broken housewife! No more, "what can I do to improve our marriage!" I am going to be a mother! I need to be tough!

 "Who are you," I ask while turning back towards her wide-eyed stare. 

 Adam steps towards me, but I hold up my hand. I look into his eyes with the same disdain he gave me last night, and I see him cringe just as I did. I shift my gaze back towards the home wrecker.

"Kelly O'Neil, I am Adam's girlfriend! We have been together for six months," she snaps, and I raise my eyebrow before looking back at Adam. 

   His eyes are trailing over me, and I smirk. Perfect. 

  "Is that so," I say, and he meets my hard green eyes. 

   "Sam, please...I can explain," he says, and I throw my head back to laugh. 

  I make sure to be extra dramatic as I laugh my pain away. I even wipe away a nonexistent tear as I bring my face back down. 

  "I think I can explain for you," I reply before flipping my hair back to guarantee my breasts are in full view. 

   "You probably went to your mother after one of our fights...you probably complained about me and your precious all-knowing mother talked down about me. Then a short time after, she introduced you to miss slut here...You being a good man, fought your attraction to her. But as we fought more and more at home, you decided to hell with working through our marriage. You called up miss mommy approved bimbo and started to get you some on the side...... Well, don't let me ruin your good time Adam.....I just came by to talk about the thing I wanted to discuss last night. You know the thing that made you cuss me out and storm back out of our house. The excuse you used to go get right back in between her legs!..... I'm Pregnant," I announce as his face loses its remaining color. 

   "What," Adam whispers, and I smirk. 

 "Yup. Well, enjoy your lunch. It's all your favorites. I will be sure to give Kelly the recipes so she can make them for you from now on.....oh, and she can have this too. The diamond is a little small for her taste, judging from the size of the stones already on her," I reply as I slide off the ring I chose. 

  I place it on top of his lunch bag and give the two of them my best smile. 

"Well, continue," I say as I turn to leave. 

  Adam grabs my arm before I can escape but drops it as soon as I look at him. 

  "Pregnant? How? We use protection," Adam asks, and I roll my eyes. 

  "Doesn't matter how," I growl, and he frowns before Kelly's squeaky voice erupts from behind me, cutting into our discussion as if it belongs there. 

  "Pregnant? Adam! You cheated on me," Kelly shrieks, and my soon-to-be ex-husband's eyebrows crease. 

 He turns towards her to say something, but before he can, I respond to little miss deluded. 

 "Are you looking at me, honey? Of course, he slept with me while with you. No part of you is better than me," I sneer, and her mouth hangs open. 

   I turn back to Adam just as he turns back to me. Our eyes lock, and I can see the shame and regret growing within him. I internally smirk before delivering the final blow.

 "And don't worry, Adam. I remember every word of the prenup your mother made me sign. The baby is definitely yours. DNA will have no problem proving it, and since you were the one caught sleeping around, I get everything. Including fifty percent of this company when your father hands it over. I guess mommy dearest forgot that part when she introduced you to Ms. O'Niel," I explain snarkily. 

  When I go to leave this time, he lets me, and the last little piece of my heart shatters. The crew, who looked shocked to see me avoid my eyes as I head to my car. I guess I assumed wrong when I pulled up. They weren't shocked to see me here. They were wide-eyed because they knew what scene I was about to walk in on. 

   I get into my car and slam the door. As I start it, I look back toward the trailer to see Adam watching me. As a final parting gift, I flip him off. I put my car in reverse and punch the gas. Gravel flies as I flee the scene of soul-shattering destruction. 

Goodbye, Adam Polk.