The Spare Wife

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.

Abigail was exhausted, but she held on. They came to a nearby restaurant, and Abigail leaned on a chair. She looked into Sean’s eyes, asking, “Is it serious?”

diabetes is under control, but she isn’t getting any younger, so complications

two different lives. Colby was about Analise’s age,

then she asked, “So how did she bring up the baby stuff with

grandkids. You know how old people are. She

“I see. I get

not exactly a promise. We didn’t give her our word. I know we shouldn’t refuse her right away either,” consoled Sean. It wasn’t appropriate for them

on for a couple of years, we’ll have to try and get a baby,” said Abigail. She had

it wasn’t that fervent a request. Still, Analise had been nice to her.

She’s only relenting because of Analise. She doesn’t really want to make a family with me. But I can’t say no. “If you still can’t accept me in two years, we’ll deal with it

sinister tying us together. If you’d just let me go, then Grandma probably wouldn’t be having this wish.” There was a bitter smile

it wouldn’t sit right with me just to let you go. You’re the one who said

her water

a little affection for you, but you just had to marry me. I said yes, and then