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?”

doc. Her diabetes is under control, but she isn’t getting any younger,

two different lives. Colby was about

a moment, then she asked, “So how

people are. She was

see. I

give her our word. I know we shouldn’t refuse her right away either,” consoled Sean. It wasn’t appropriate for them to

try and get a baby,” said Abigail. She had no other avenues. Even if she could reach the peak of her career, even if she had authority within the industry,

though it wasn’t that fervent a request. Still, Analise had

me. But I can’t say no. “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 seeing

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 a bitter smile

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

spewed her water

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