“She’s upset about a vacation. We’ll take another trip.”
“It wasn’t just a trip.”
I reached into my bag and removed the little wrapped box.
David stared at it.
“What is that?”
“What I was going to give you on the beach.”
I untied the ribbon.
Then I opened the box and lifted the tiny onesie.
The room became silent.
“I saved for that trip because I wanted one week where I wasn’t competing with your mother,” I said. “I wanted to ask my husband if he was ready to build our own family.”
I looked down at the onesie before meeting his eyes.
“But you answered me before I ever got to ask.”
Marianne covered her mouth.
“You told me Donna agreed, David! You told me she helped you look at designs!”
“Mom, I just didn’t want you to feel bad.”
“No,” Marianne said, her voice becoming firm. “You didn’t want me to know you hurt your wife to make yourself look good.”
Benjamin cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, but I need to know whether we’re moving forward.”
“I don’t have the deposit today,” David said.
Marianne stepped backward.
“You tore out my kitchen without knowing how you’d finish it?”
David followed me into the driveway.
