The Weight of Small Things by Sherri Wood Emmons

Author:Sherri Wood Emmons [Emmons, Sherri Wood]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Contemporary Women, General, Psychological
ISBN: 9780758280435
Google: 3dW7VkazjEkC
Amazon: B00ADQHGEO
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2013-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

30

On Tuesday, Corrie took the day off from work. After early Mass, she drove home, dusted furniture, mopped the floors, and started dinner in the Crock-Pot. And she cried.

Mark would be home in the afternoon. One way or the other, she would have to tell him she was pregnant. She couldn’t put it off. She was already having morning sickness. He’d know something was wrong.

Mark knew her so well.

At least he thinks he does.

She shook her head and swiped her hand across her eyes.

Please, God, give me the strength to do what’s right. Please help me.

She had talked to Bryn every day, argued and cried and listened and argued some more. But in the end, she knew what she would do. She’d known from the start. She would tell Mark the truth. She had to.

She was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter for the third time, when she heard the garage door opening.

Please, God . . .

“Hey!” Mark paused in the doorway, grinning at her. “What are you doing home?”

“I took the day off.”

He pulled her into a hug. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and tried to smile. “How was your flight?”

“Long, late, and bumpy.”

“There’s wine in the fridge,” she said. “Do you want a glass?”

“Sure,” he said. “Let me just dump this stuff in the laundry.”

She poured a glass of wine while he emptied his suitcase.

“How’s the project coming?” she asked, handing him the wine.

He took a sip before answering.

“It’s good,” he said. “I think we’re going to come in ahead of schedule and maybe even under budget.”

“That’s great.”

They sat at the breakfast bar.

“Don’t you want a glass?” Mark asked, raising his glass in her direction.

She shook her head.

“Are you okay?” he asked again. “You look kind of . . . I don’t know, pale or something. Are you feeling all right?”

She started to nod, tried to smile again. Then she shook her head.

“I have something to tell you,” she said softly.

“Okay, shoot.”

She sat quietly for a long minute, tearing a paper napkin on the counter.

“Corrie?” Mark leaned toward her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

“What?” He stared at her, open-mouthed. Then he jumped from the bar stool, swept her into his arms, and whirled her around the kitchen.

“Honey, that’s great! Oh my God, I can’t believe it. We’re going to have a baby!”

“Mark,” she said, “wait. There’s more.”

“When are you due? Have you seen the doctor yet? Oh my God, Dr. Ping is going to be so thrilled for us.”

He held her tightly to his chest. “I’m so glad, Corrie. God, I’m just so . . . happy!”

She leaned against his chest, felt tears stinging her eyes. “Have you told anyone else yet?”

He tilted her head to look her in the eyes.

“Just Bryn,” she said.

“Bryn . . . how cool is that! You guys are both going to have babies at the same time. Wow.” He kissed her forehead. “Just . . . wow. I love you!”

“Mark,” she whispered. “There’s something you have to know.”

He took a step back, still holding her hands.

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