EPOV
"Never mind..." Isabella said, "I got my answer."
Answer?
Oh, she had a question.
What was that again?
Oh yes, "What if she was?"
But I hadn't figured out the answer just yet.
How did she figure that out then?
"I should have known... A man like you can never think beyond the agreement... Just because this is before the four year threshold you had defined, it's very obvious you're not onboarded for this..." She smiled, "It was really stupid of me to expect anything from you."
What?
That's what she thought?
Did she really think that I was having this reaction because I was thinking about my 'four year' limit?
And why did it hurt me so much?
Yes, 'hurt' was the actual emotion. Not the 'anger' that I had learned to turn all my emotions into!
And I guess it hurt her equally when I couldn't understand her!
It hurt her that I didn't leave up to her expectations.
It was written on her face right now.
She was hurt right now.
And she had every right to be hurt. I was just thinking about myself. I had no idea what she was going through right now!
"Isabella, I'm a bit..."
"I don't want to hear anything now," she said.
"This marriage is over." She said as she removed the ring from her finger, and put it on my hand.
"Wha..." I wasn't able to get anything out of my mouth.
"And... If I'm pregnant," Her eyes were full of tears now, "I'll make sure the child has got nothing to do with you."
"Isabella... Why are..."
She went to the bathroom instead of saying anything to me.
Seriously?
Was this it?
Was it really over just like this?
I felt I had become numb as I kept staring at the ring on my hand for not sure how long!
I couldn't take it anymore.
It had been years since I had felt anything like this.
I was overwhelmed.
I was not at all in my control.
I wasn't even sure what exactly I was feeling right now because my emotions were all over the place.
I wasn't sure why, but I was missing Dad a lot right now!
"So... We've just made these special cupcakes for Mommy here because it's..." Dad said.
"Mother's day!" I said excitedly.
"And this time it's very special because..."
"Because Mommy is going to get me a baby brother!" I clapped.
"Awww... You guys!" Mom said as she hugged us both.
A part of me always respected Dad particularly because of the way he treated Mom. It was nothing but pure love and respect.
Isabella said she was going to make sure my child had got nothing to be with me.
Whenever he'd get to know about me, he was going to hate me because of the way I had treated his mother!
I wasn't sure why I referred to him as him, but for some reason I was imagining him as a male child.
I wasn't even sure why I was thinking about all this now.
It felt like everything was over, not just my marriage, and there was nothing I could do about it!
"Can I do it again?" I giggled as I punched Dad in his stomach and he rolled over on the bed.
"Oh my God... You're strong!" I said.
"Yes, I am!" I giggled and punched him again.
"Ouch! You got me again!" He said.
My child was never going to have any of those moments with me.
But I wanted him to have those moments with me!
Wait... What if he had another father figure in the future?
My imaginations were running wild now, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I imagined an unknown face with my wife and my child at different places...
The three of them were having a vacation somewhere on the beach.
They were having fun at a birthday party.
They were at Disney park.
They were having fun in the pool.
That guy was playing Soccer with my child.
They were baking cupcakes.
But why was that man having those moments with my wife and my child?
That was my child.
Isabella was...mine!
What if I fought for them?
What if I agreed to take all help it required to fight my daemons?
What if I begged her to stay?
What if kept apologizing until she forgave me?
What if I tried to understand her feelings?
What if I promised her to give her all the respect she expected and deserved?
What if I tried to be a good husband?
What if I promised to be a good father?
What if I did everything possible in my hand to leave up to her expectations for me?
What if I made just them my priority?
Could they be mine then?