I believed having a baby would change his behavior. I arranged a gender reveal party to bond. A surprise guest changed the celebration, forcing me to make the hardest decision of my life.<\/p>\n
Someone who is wretched enough will seek escape, they say. Walking away isn\u2019t easy when love is involved in the agony.<\/p>\n
I learned this from my own life, not books or fiction.<\/p>\n
For years, I thought I was in love. I thought love justified invisible injuries that pierced more than slaps. I believed patience and devotion would win men over.<\/p>\n
His name was Carl.<\/p>\n
Carl and I were together for five years. I believed he was the one then. He didn\u2019t drink, never touched me, and helped with housework. I felt lucky compared to some women\u2019s spouse horror stories.<\/p>\n
Never expecting perfection, I wanted someone who would love me back with the same compassion I gave. Carl was different.<\/p>\n
He avoided marriage conversations. He always said \u201cnot the right time,\u201d \u201cwe need more money,\u201d or \u201clet\u2019s wait until things settle down.\u201d Years passed while I hoped he would propose.<\/p>\n
One day, my world changed.<\/p>\n
Shaking hands, I glanced at a pregnancy test. Two pink lines.<\/p>\n
Baby.<\/p>\n
My heart raced. Carl might have been beaming or crying. Perhaps he would now want to marry me, settle down, and mature. A baby would alter everything.<\/p>\n
I put the test in a nice gift box, lighted the table, and cooked Carl\u2019s favorite meal that night.<\/p>\n
After entering, his first words were annoyed, not loving or intrigued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy all this?\u201d He frowned at the dining arrangement and mumbled.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust sit,\u201d I whispered, pulse pumping.<\/p>\n
He smelt like perfume as he kissed me, and I was bitter. Not my. Nothing I owned.<\/p>\n
Why do you stink? Asking carefully.<\/p>\n
Carl sneered and retreated. \u201cYou talking about what? Maybe you sprayed yourself. You constantly want to fight.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was not the first time he came home with weird fragrances or lipstick stains on his collar, so I knew he was lying. But I swallowed the suspicion, wanting tonight to be different.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d I handed him the small box.<\/p>\n
Just briefly, his eyes brightened. Hope it\u2019s fishing-related.\u201d<\/p>\n
He lost his smile when he opened it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pregnancy test! We\u2019re having a baby!\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead of excitement, he recoiled. You peed on this and gave it to me? What a disgust!<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter, Carl,\u201d I muttered; my voice broke. \u201cOur baby is coming. Aren\u2019t you glad?<\/p>\n
Shrugging. Yes, sure. Happy. Probably why you\u2019re so big lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hurt, but I took solace in the fact that he hadn\u2019t left.<\/p>\n
As the weeks went, I hoped fatherhood would change him. Everyone thought women became moms when they got pregnant, but men didn\u2019t feel like fathers until the baby was in their arms. It might happen to Carl.<\/p>\n
Still, his late nights and weird perfumed clothing persisted. Hardly noticed me.<\/p>\n
Then the doorbell rang one afternoon. I opened it expecting Carl but discovered Victor, his younger brother.<\/p>\n
Victor stood with grocery bags. \u201cHey,\u201d he murmured cordially, entering without reluctance. \u201cI heard good news. I brought some nutritious food and snacks in case you\u2019re hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nervously, I laughed. It wasn\u2019t required. But how did you know? Carl and I hadn\u2019t planned to tell anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me,\u201d Victor said. Though not as you may assume. He boasts. Declaring that your baby will bring Grandma\u2019s fortune. He even joked he hopes she dies soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze. \u201cYou mean what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor relaxed. Grandma\u2019s will gives her whole estate to the firstborn. Your baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room tilted.<\/p>\n
Before I could react, Victor softly inquired, \u201cHow are you holding up? Is Carl treating you well?<\/p>\n
I quickly answered, \u201cHe\u2019s never hurt me,\u201d despite my voice wavering.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s pity-filled eyes watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have my first ultrasound today,\u201d I whispered. Carl was meant to arrive but is busy. I don\u2019t want to go alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll take you,\u201d Victor said quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI couldn\u2019t ask you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo need to ask. \u201cI want to be there,\u201d he said, beaming.<\/p>\n
So he came.<\/p>\n
One of my most profound moments was that appointment. I heard a small heartbeat and saw a glimmer of life on the screen. I was crying.<\/p>\n
Victor was pretending to wipe his eyes with his sleeve when I looked at him.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t nothing. Meant everything.<\/p>\n
However, Carl barely glanced at the ultrasound photo I showed him. Cool, I suppose. You can\u2019t tell what\u2019s in those things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Months passed. My belly increased. Victor continually brought medicines, baby clothes, and other sweet gifts to tell me I wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n
Carl solely made body-shaming comments.<\/p>\n
He mocked, \u201cYou\u2019re getting huge,\u201d one night. \u201cSlow down eating.\u201d<\/p>\n
I bit my tongue and shielded my tummy.<\/p>\n
I asked the doctor to keep the baby\u2019s gender a secret. I wanted a party with family and friends.<\/p>\n
Carl\u2019s reaction was explosive when I suggested it.<\/p>\n
\u201cA gender reveal party? You kidding me? Who needs that?<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cI do,\u201d gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat money? You stay home all day and want to spend my money on a silly party?<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me to quit my job,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
He snapped, \u201cBecause women can\u2019t handle real work anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinking hard, pushing back tears.<\/p>\n
Victor, who had dropped off something, stepped forward. \u201cCarl, may I speak privately?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAvoid it!\u201d Dog Carl barked.<\/p>\n
Victor was authoritative in his calmness. \u201cA minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
They argued as I leaned against the kitchen door.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s carrying your child,\u201d Victor insisted. \u201cBe respectful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not wasting money on that nonsense,\u201d Carl raged.<\/p>\n
Then I\u2019ll pay. But act like a respectable man,\u201d Victor replied.<\/p>\n
Carl\u2019s voice dripped hate. Yes, I understand. You want her. Trying to kidnap my woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019ll leave you alone if you don\u2019t change,\u201d Victor said calmly.<\/p>\n
Just moments later, they returned. Carl growled, \u201cFine. Have your ridiculous party.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gender reveal day arrived. Carl declined hosting, so Victor offered his backyard. My parents and Carl\u2019s family came. Despite the laughter, tension simmered.<\/p>\n
Carl lingered over an unfamiliar woman. She was beautiful, well-dressed, and too comfortable on his arm. My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n
I joined Carl to cut the cake. The odd woman pushed me away and covered Carl\u2019s hand before I could contact the knife. Like I didn\u2019t exist, they cut the cake.<\/p>\n
Pink filling splattered the dish. A girl.<\/p>\n
Joy should have swamped me. My heart boiled with uncertainty and wrath.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
The woman smiled. Of course I\u2019m the surrogate. Right, baby?\u201d she cooed to Carl.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Serena,\u201d Carl said calmly.<\/p>\n
Tilted world. \u201cSurrogate?!\u201d My voice broke. This is my child! I carry her!\u201d<\/p>\n
Carl\u2019s eyes were frigid. Do not overreact. You didn\u2019t imagine I\u2019d raise this kid with you, right? Examine yourself. Your self-control is gone. Your beauty has faded. Your condition will worsen after birth. Beautiful Serena. We\u2019ll call her mother even if she won\u2019t give birth. We\u2019re taking the child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stumbled back. Can\u2019t do that. She\u2019s mine!\u201d<\/p>\n
Carl scoffed. \u201cYou have no job, money, or home. Who lets you keep a baby when you can\u2019t care for yourself? You\u2019re our proxy. With the baby, I acquire Grandma\u2019s inheritance.\u201d<\/p>\n
The crowd gasped. His grandmother\u2019s rage stiffened her features.<\/p>\n
Victor advanced behind me. He spoke steadily. Alison, will you marry me? I\u2019ll raise this child myself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Time froze.<\/p>\n
I remembered Victor wiping tears at the ultrasound, bringing groceries, offering transportation, and protecting me when Carl didn\u2019t. All his subtle ways showed up when Carl failed me repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Looking into his eyes, I whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Next came a delicate, hesitant kiss full of certainty.<\/p>\n
Carl burst. \u201cAre you both insane? My baby! I still inherit!\u201d<\/p>\n
His grandmother\u2019s voice sliced his wrath. \u201cA real father loves and raises a child. Never trust a penny.\u201d<\/p>\n
Face twisted, Carl. \u201cThis was intended to rob me!\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor approached, his voice calm but angry. \u201cUnlike you, I don\u2019t care about money. I care for her. Now leave before I toss you out.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carl grumbled and left with Serena, cursing.<\/p>\n
Shaking, tears blurred my vision, I sank into Victor\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
I was kissed on top. \u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
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