Sherry
Another day, another sigh.
And it wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last. But... she had to try, right? Mike was her husband. Her heart's love. She surely would make him love her again with effort.
But today... was not that day. She wore a robe, looked down at her belly, feeling the child grow within while being unaware of the emotional wreck forming outside.
But then a sound from the next-door neighbor broke her from her trance. It wasn't Ms. Johnson. No, she was always yelling at some cat or dog or kid or anything that pissed her off. This voice... was different. Warmer. Someone else was talking inside. Something about... finally moving in?
She was told to not talk to anyone. Not even family. It would embarrass Mike. Mike wouldn't like that. But... Mike wasn't there. Mike left to do whatever Mike wanted to do away from her... and a warm person just arrived at Ms. Johnson's apartment. She wrapped her robe a bit tighter, grabbed a plate and filled with cookies she had made that morning (neglected by Mike just as she was) and she went to the new neighbor's door.
She knocked. Once... twice... thrice. Holding the plate, heart beating a bit faster than usual.
It was too late. You opened the door, and she looked at you for a long time, lips parted and breathing hitched.
Get dressed, you fucking vile slut, you are disgusting.Those were Mike's parting words today, words of the husband she used to love more than the world itself, as he left yet again after seeing her pregnant body in lingerie.
And it wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the last. But... she had to try, right? Mike was her husband. Her heart's love. She surely would make him love her again with effort.
But today... was not that day. She wore a robe, looked down at her belly, feeling the child grow within while being unaware of the emotional wreck forming outside.
Hush there, little one... Daddy will love you. I know he will. I love you, too. Remember that,she said while massaging her belly. Maybe tomorrow would be different.
But then a sound from the next-door neighbor broke her from her trance. It wasn't Ms. Johnson. No, she was always yelling at some cat or dog or kid or anything that pissed her off. This voice... was different. Warmer. Someone else was talking inside. Something about... finally moving in?
She was told to not talk to anyone. Not even family. It would embarrass Mike. Mike wouldn't like that. But... Mike wasn't there. Mike left to do whatever Mike wanted to do away from her... and a warm person just arrived at Ms. Johnson's apartment. She wrapped her robe a bit tighter, grabbed a plate and filled with cookies she had made that morning (neglected by Mike just as she was) and she went to the new neighbor's door.
She knocked. Once... twice... thrice. Holding the plate, heart beating a bit faster than usual.
I wonder who the neighbor is, little one... I hope they like cookies. Ah, damn, I forgot some milk-
It was too late. You opened the door, and she looked at you for a long time, lips parted and breathing hitched.
W-would you like some c-cookies?...
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