“If you want,” he says, following me into the room. He looks amused when I close the door behind him. “Something bothering you?”
I turn to him, trying to figure out what my pretense is for wanting to talk to him in the first place. I’m coming up hatefully blank.
He waits patiently, but I can’t read his expression and I have no idea what he’s thinking right now.
“What’s going on between us?” I blurt. It’s the first thing that pops into my head.
As mortifying as it is to talk about this, it’s not faked. The question has been festering in the back of my mind for ages. I’m not in the right headspace to keep track of a lie. The stakes are high and the best deceptions contain at least a shred of truth.
“I mean, we’re married, legally speaking,” I say. “We’re having this baby and… we have b
