The car stops. Radio off, her eyes can’t take distractions. She hunches in the seat. Baseball cap, dark glasses, like a detective from a sitcom, but she barely breathes. She scans the parking lot. Watching, trying not to be seen.
There he is.
Dark hair, sure stride. His calves flex with each step, the spot she bit him last night.
With her!
She holds his hand. Glowing, the curve of her belly. They walk in sync, pace steady, a metronome.
Pregnant. Liar! Son-of-a…
She looks at her hands, bare fingers. She wishes she was the one to wear the ring.
Love this. Almost wish there was an unexpected dark twist of her running them over but that's just probably my intrusive thoughts leaking 🤣
Wow. So much said in so few words. Loved this