I’ve had other children, but this one was different. My husband didn’t know. I remember how I had excitedly told him of my earlier children, and how we celebrated together.
But this child would be different from our other children. It wasn’t his, and he must never know differently. I placed a hand on my mid section as I continued to walk.
I would love this baby just the same, because I loved it’s father so much. Those almond eyes and wavy black hair. The way his strong arms would wrap around me and protect me from harm. He didn’t know about the baby.
And that is where I was heading. We always met in the night, the darkness sheilding us from curious eyes. I felt a sudden chill down my spine, and became scared. He had always protected me, but who was going to protect me from him?