Beverly Bonnefinche Is Dead by Kristen Seeley

Author:Kristen Seeley [Seeley, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781990253638
Publisher: Rising Action Publishing

Thirty Two

Sixteen weeks pregnant, almost half-way there. The morning sickness had finally passed. My belly's flat sameness made it easy to ignore the inevitable, to stick my head in the sand like an ostrich. My routine continued—housework, cooking, book club on Wednesdays, and the occasional date night with Henry and coffee with Quinn.

Henry had changed, though. He treated me like an invalid. Always wanting to do everything for me or talk about the baby. Whether it was a girl or a boy, baby names, ideas for the nursery. Some days I wanted to scream at him to shut up and get out from under my feet.

I can get my own water, no, my feet aren’t sore, I’m not too hot, not too cold.

Maybe it was the hormones twisting me into an evil witch. Or maybe he was annoying.

Desperate for a break from the house, I made plans with Quinn. I sat across from her, complaining over a giant plate of spaghetti, fighting the urge to dig my face into it and inhale the entire thing in one breath. She interrupted my grumbling with an announcement.

“I have a new boyfriend!”

I held my eyes steady, keeping them from rolling into the back of my head. The man at the table next to us caught my stare. He looked up to no good, with shifty eyes. Perhaps he had a body in his trunk. My gaze found the couple on our other side. The woman at the table looked up through insanely long lashes at the man she was with. She was undressing him with her eyes while she licked her injected lips. Definitely the other woman. His poor wife at home slaving over his laundry while he enjoyed a meal with his mistress.

Quinn snapped her fingers in front of my face. I frowned at her, wishing I could bite them.

“Hello, are you listening?”

“Yes, Quinn, that’s great news.”

“Could you be any less excited?” She pouted, picking at her salad.

“I’m sorry, it’s these hormones, I think. I’m a disaster. Every silly thing burrows under my skin, making me feel like if I don’t run I’m going to die. It’s like a constant panic attack. Tell me about him. Where’d you two meet? What’s he do?”

“He’s a musician.” The effort to keep my eyes on her and not in the back of my head was now taking all my willpower. “We met at one of his shows. Brian, that’s his name.”

“Maybe Brian will be the one who sticks around, and you can get married and be pregnant with me. Misery does love company.”

“I’m going to ignore the sarcasm and give you a pass for those hormones.” She rolled her eyes. Unfair, I at least controlled myself and my eyes. “Once you feel the baby move, it will be real, and I think you’ll be a lot less grumpy. At least I hope so for mine and Henry’s sake!”

“Ugh, yes, you’re right. He’s doing everything he should. It’s too perfect, too much. We wanted kids, but I didn’t want one so soon.

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