I had five days.Five days until Kenny and I went to see a fertility specialist. I had heard Kenny scheduled an appointment a week ago. To say I was freaking out was an understatement. The thought of going to the appointment had my heart racing. Then my racing heart would trigger small panic attacks. Luckily, most occurred when Kenny wasn't home. They mainly happened when I had nothing to do except listen to my thoughts. I hardly slept and ate less than I usually did out of anxiety. I was trying to remain calm and happy on the outside. But inside of me, I felt uneasy and, albeit, guilty.I spent most of my thoughts thinking about having a child with Kenny. Whether he would find out about my secret stash of plan B pills, or he would find out I cheated by kissing a stranger. He would only know if he suspected something or found the note Nicholas had given me. The note I carried with me, everywhere. As foolish as it sounds, I had nowhere else to put it. I wanted to call him, but at the s

When I got home last night. Kenny didn't suspect a thing. I pretended as if it was an ordinary day save for the fact I brought home fast food. He wasn't too excited that I didn't cook, but I explained I had a long day. He didn't say much else as he sat down on the couch eating and drinking his beer. I made sure I brought some home this time so he wouldn't be upset.Today, Nick and I had planned to meet again. This time we'd be meeting as friends. The word sounded bitter in my mind each time I thought of us. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do seeing that I was married. Despite the circumstances, I was still excited to see him. Though I did my best to not show it while making Kenny breakfast.Finishing the scrambled eggs and bacon I made for Kenny, I placed the food on the table. I then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. Waiting for the bread to turn into toast, I went to the refrigerator. Pulling out the door, I reached inside, grabbing the orange juice and butter. Closi

It was the day of our appointment with the fertility specialist. I was a nervous wreck as I made breakfast for us. I was already dressed and ready, feeling less enthusiastic for the day. However, I noticed Kenny seemed to be in a good mood. He took off from work so he could be there with me. A part of me was happy he took off for my sake, but another bummed I couldn't lie about being there when I didn't go. I thought of a thousand ways to get out of this appointment, but none of them stuck. I had to put on a brave face and bear the weight of today.Along with the breaded appointment, Wren's words still rang in my ears. She was correct that I had to choose. But the thought of leaving Kenny made me feel nauseous. I was afraid to leave him and face what's out there in the world. I didn't want to be alone like I was at the age of eighteen. Left to fend myself in a world I was unacquainted with. The fact that I was entertaining the idea itself hardly sat right.How could I leave the man wh

The sound of an alarm blaring roused me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as Kenny got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to Kenny's side, I sought him in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn't see the expression on his face of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was salient as I secretly gazed at the man across from me.My husband.Am sorry my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift up and face me. He placed his phone down on the dresser, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt towards the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh. Please don't be mad at me," I begged.After a bit of salience, I heard Kenny's footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke. "Take off your clothes.""Kenny, I want us to talk about-""I don't want to talk, Rose," he bit out. Ending any protect I had. Not

I could hear music from outside the club. The words were not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn't cold outside as Wren and I walked in our heels. Towards the doors that have a line and guards posted outside. Soon we reached the post, wren grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the guards. She spoke to them while the surrounding strangers complained. Some things I forget wren was an outgoing person who knew people. The guard let us in with a nod and we grinned at each other.Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than a few dozen in the club night, and plenty more that I couldn't count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to. My heels clacked along the floor as I followed wren. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.Once th