(Lydia)“Well, wouldn’t you look at these two adorable angels!” Margaret exclaimed. She sat down on the bed beside them and Ruby quivered slightly, shooting me a wide-eyed look. I was staring on with my jaw on the floor.Margaret looked over at Thomas, her eyes warm and expectant, completely oblivious to how she had unnerved both my sister and I.“Well?” she asked with a smile that shone all the way up to her eyes.I could not let out a single sound. My heart thumped in anticipation.“Mabel and Miles,” Thomas said to her, “Those are their names.”She turned back towards the children and her eyes sparkled with love and pride.“Aren’t you the spitting image of your father?” she said to Miles, gently stroking his little chin.She cupped Mabel’s cheek into a palm and said, “And you, my dear, are the most beautiful princess I’ve ever seen.”For the next few minutes, Margaret continued to shower her affection on to the twins. I was feeling dizzy with anxiety but checked myself because of th
(Lydia)Adam had been telling me on the drive here that bee sting allergies were incredibly rare. He had told me that it wasn’t serious, though, and that I shouldn’t worry about it. I had changed into a T-shirt and slacks, preparing myself for a long night at the hospital.When we had pulled up, my head had still been spinning from all that had happened today: Margaret showing up at the theater to threaten my children only to reappear a few hours later and give them so much maternal affection and then taunt me about some apparent hidden agenda, Thomas asking me out to dinner, my daughter ending up the hospital for the first time, and her father demonstrating genuine concern.I had ignored Thomas as I made my way to the hospital room on purpose. Not that I hadn’t caught him gazing at me but I had deliberately avoided making eye contact.“Here’s the overnight bag!” Adam exclaimed, dumping it down on the sofa and then crashing down beside it.“Adam and I will watch the children,” I told
(Thomas)I thrust the car door open, panting, and fell inside. A splitting ache was coming on into my head. It wasn’t just that I felt utterly devastated and madly furious by the way Lydia was dangling Adam in front of me. It was that –Lydia had wept into my arm as we had sat here at the gynecologist’s office. We had lost the baby last night.“We can perform a surgical procedure,” the doctor had told us, “Or you can take analgesic medication and allow the tissues to pass on their own.”“I don’t want a surgery,” Lydia had sniffled.So the doctor had given her a list of pain relief medicines.“I’m sorry,” she had quietly said as Lydia took the piece of paper from her.***I had shuffled down to the gastroenterologist’s office. Lydia had been holding my arm, a concerned look on her beautiful round face. She had driven me here after I had spent the last few hours violently throwing up. When I walked out of the room, she had risen from her seat and gently smiled at me. “Are you okay, love
(Lydia)It was finally Mabel’s last day in the hospital. I gazed at my daughter adoringly, deeply grateful that she looked healthy again. The past four days had been a whirlwind. I had taken a leave from work and stayed by my daughter’s side round-the-clock.Thankfully, I had heard from neither Thomas nor his mother during this time. I felt at peace knowing that drama had subsided but I couldn’t help but deny that I missed Thomas. Even the briefest exposure to his old self had been enough to unravel me. But I shook away these thoughts and feelings.I was throwing my daughter a little party and Ruby had snuck in some streamers, balloons, ribbons, and flowers.While Mabel was out for her final round of tests, Ruby and I cut and curled the ribbons and taped them to the wall. Miles helped us pump the helium balloons. He put his weight down on the pump and laughed with glee as each balloon expanded. Together, we tied the balloons down to a weight and placed the colorful arrangement by the
(Sarah)I still could not wrap my head around what had happened yesterday. Thomas had called and told me that he was coming to see me. I had thought that he was coming back to me! The thought had made me so deliriously happy that I had immediately run off to the spa to get a facial and blow-dry. I had put on my best outfit – a short, pink dress that I knew he liked. Smoothing my dress out in the mirror, I had felt happy with myself. He was seeing me after many days. It was important to remind what he had been missing. And then I had sat down in the lobby waiting for him.He had walked in through the door and barely glanced at me as he sat down. My heart sank and my mouth ran dry.Thomas had sat on the leather sofa opposite me, staring at the floor for a few minutes. I had only echoed his silence, not knowing what to expect. But, even then, a pit had been forming in my stomach. He had a formidable expression on his face.Trying to dissipate the tension in the air, I had asked him if h
(Lydia)Today marked two months since I last saw Thomas, my husband. My heart raced as I remembered the harsh words he’d flung at me the last time he stormed out.“I wish I never met you.”Those searing words had been endlessly echoing in my mind since that dreadful day.The shrill ring of the phone jolted me from my painful reverie. I glanced at the caller ID and my breath caught. It was Thomas. With trembling fingers, I answered. “H-hello?”“Lydia.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “I'm coming home today.”Home. Was this house still home if he was not here? Despite the anger and hurt brewing inside me, part of me dared to feel a glimmer of hope.“You're...coming back?”“For now,” he replied curtly. “We need to sort some things out regarding the divorce.”My heart sank at the d-word. Divorce. The gaping wound in my heart reopened, fresh pain seeping through. “But Thomas, I—”“I'll see you later today.” His tone was flat and withdrawn, the way it had been ever since I lost him t
(Lydia)Tears spilled down my cheeks unbidden as I watched him walk away, arm-in-arm with the woman who stole him from me.My heart was broken. I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my once blissful life. My husband was a soulless stranger, the other half of my heart irretrievably lost. I could only pray that one day, the gaping wound he left will begin to heal over.Until then, I would go through the motions, forcing myself to move forward into a harsh new reality.A cold, unrelenting world where the warmth of Thomas's embrace was but a distant, rapidly fading memory.***I grew up in an abusive household: my father used to beat my mother and sister. I had tried to protect them as a child but as I grew older, I felt my mother’s resentment pierce through me. I had never been able to understand why.During summer break after freshman year at Western, he had punched me in the face. I had packed up my bags and left, tears streaking the subway window that I had rested my head agai
(Lydia)When I stepped back into the bedroom, I jerked. Sarah was standing there. She eyed me closely and inquisitively.“Are you pregnant?” she asked.My face went pale. “No … no, not at all,” I bumbled.Sarah’s eyes had hardened into steel.“I’m going to murder both you and that stupid sister of yours if you are!” she frothed.I clenched my fist at the fact that she’d brought Ruby into this, but seeing her face turn white with fear made me feel a little bit better.I was about to talk back to her but realized that I now had a baby to think of. As a mother, I would not be petty. A mother … The thought inspired a clandestine delight inside.“Why are you back?” I asked her instead. I noticed that she had tied her hair into a braided ponytail, exactly how I used to and had taught her how to do it.Thomas appeared in the doorway behind her. He was holding up a box.“Your things,” he told me.“Just put them on the table,” I said quietly, “And then, could the two of you please leave?”Thom