I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Abigail looked at Sean and smiled bitterly. “Did he tell you we’d be having a kid in a couple of years?”

“Yep.” Analise nodded, smiling happily.

Abigail didn’t feel too good about this, but her grandmother was smiling, so she nodded. “We’ll try to get a baby in a couple of years, then.” She didn’t say she’d do it immediately, thinking that if she had a couple of years, she might be able to accept Sean eventually. Why do I get the feeling I’m forced to go on a blind date?

Analise felt relieved after Abigail told her the answer she wanted to hear. “You should be thinking about getting a kid. It’s not good for your body if you get one when you’re too old. I’ve gone through this, so listen to me. I wouldn’t hurt you, would I?” said Analise earnestly.

Abigail nodded, but she said nothing. Analise talked a lot with Abigail. She’d never talked this much before. Eventually, she drifted to sleep. Abigail and Sean left the ward.

Sean had never felt this nervous before, but he tried to stay calm. “You haven’t eaten anything. You want to grab something nearby, or do you want to take it back to the company?”

“Let’s get something nearby,” said Abigail. She wasn’t mad because of what Analise said.

“Sure.” Sean nodded.

and Abigail leaned on a chair.

asked the doc. Her diabetes is under control, but she isn’t getting any younger, so complications are

something would live two different lives. Colby was about Analise’s age, but he was free of any illnesses, and he

asked, “So how did she bring up the

her grandkids. You know how old people are. She was

see.

her right away either,” consoled Sean. It wasn’t appropriate for them to try and have kids at this stage. He knew

years, we’ll have to try and get a baby,” said Abigail. She had no other avenues. Even if she could reach the peak

fervent a request. Still, Analise had been nice to her.

“If you still can’t accept me in two years, we’ll deal with it then. I don’t want to trap you.” Sean looked down. “I don’t like

neither, but I have a feeling that there’s something almost sinister tying us together. If you’d just let me go, then Grandma probably wouldn’t be having this wish.” There was

to let you go. You’re the one who said you liked me, and then you

her water

only had a little affection for you, but you just had to marry me. I said yes, and then you up and tore the marriage apart. I

coughed. “Don’t make it sound like I jilted you. You’ve never done right by me, have