An Angry Look

Maybe we can meet up tomorrow for lunch?"

One thing struck me at the doctor's office a week ago while doing the ultrasound. Jack knows way too much about himself and me. 

How could he know about my pregnancy? We hadn't told anyone prior to that ultrasound. He hasn't even told his family yet.

"Okay, we'll meet at one. At the mall?"

The mall is the last place I want to go and bump into Jack. "Let's meet at Hudson's Café," I suggest.

"Alright. Talk to you then, okay?"

"Bye."

After hanging up, I settle back in bed wondering when he would come to bed. Immediately after dinner, he'd enclosed himself in his office downstairs and I've not seen him since. 

He's getting distant and his lovemaking is now urgent. Still explosive but a little more aggressive in nature.