Divorce Anxiety

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

She had brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about it.

a condom the subsequent few times they slept together. Hence, she did not see the need in taking

been planted in her

was taking my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly.

retrieve a box

Kathleen’s lips when Samuel grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might only cause more harm than

let me suffer through this, unlike you!

Samuel was incensed.

that Kathleen often has to be on Plan B

to be as fecund as a sow?” countered

man were to truly love

on. No man would commit

swear I’ll prove

such men are a mere

is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day life are

there are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have met the only bad egg out

means that we’re fated then,”

self-mockingly, “As if! Curse my rotten luck. I must

must have been lust-addled to have

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

instantly sensed that something

she had inexplicably become

could be that her

pinched the space between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever, I’m going to

then proceeded to flop onto the bed, pull up the covers,

Samuel grimaced.

my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not

heavens for her quick wit in switching

take them right before Samuel

drifted off and succumbed to

was pinned on the bottle of

eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am

in not allowing her

condom

to his side, taking in the view

fresh peach and slept

drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does

Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his

Kathleen shrieked as she

at the commotion,