The Other Man's Child

and hope you have good news for us," Tom said. I clutched my bag, hugging it closer to my chest. "Well, there is good news and bad news. Which should come first?" the doctor said. I glanced at T

eady in the car. His jaw tightened. "Tom, please..." I sobbed. "I don't want to hear it. "Get in, Selene," he snapped. I stepped in hurriedly. My chest pounded. He didn't even wait for me to shut the door before speeding off. I leaned my head against the windowsill. Tears ran down my cheeks. I couldn't believe it. Infertile. After all these years, I wished I'd never suggested seeing a specialist. We drove in silence. The only sound was the blaring horn from the cars that swerved past us as we moved between lanes. Finally, he pulled up at the front of the house. "I am sorry," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Get out," he commanded. "What?" I asked, shocked. "Now!" I stared at him. His gaze pierced into mine. My eyes widened. He was serious. My legs trembled as I stepped out of the car. The wind felt like it slapped my wet cheeks. I stood there, hugging myself, feeling small. He drove so fast the tyres screeched. "Forgive me, Tom," I called to the disappearing car. I stood there for what felt like hours. Then finally, I wiped my eyes with the back of my sleeves before walking into the house. Inside, the house was quiet. Amira was asleep. "I hope she wasn't much trouble?" I asked the babysitter. "No, she was wonderful, and her temperature is back to normal." "Thank you so much," I said, fighting back tears. The doctor's words replayed in my head. "Could you stay here for an extra hour? I would pay." I asked. "Sure, ma'am, I would be delighted too," she squealed. "Thank you." I made my way to the kitchen. I had an idea. He was angry, yes-but maybe I could soften him. Steak and mashed potatoes... his favourite. He needed a goo