Chapter 3
There was silence at the table. The kind of silence that is awkward and embarrassing. Everybody stared down at their plates, except Matthew who was getting frustrated with his fork. I felt the sense that glances were stolen at me when " I wasn't paying attention."
It seemed like such a great idea to wait to tell Bill about my baby, but now I regretted it. Maybe it would have been better if I told him over the phone where I could possibly escape the tension. If I thought tensions were high now, I should wait until I tell Bill who's the father of my child.
"So, Dana, you getting use to being pregnant?' Tara asked breaking the silence. I snapped out of my dazed like trance state to answer Tara's question. I knew she was only trying to lighten up the mood, but my baby was not a good conversation topic right now.
"Yeah... It's different, but it feels normal in a way...I can't imagine not being pregnant," I replied.
That's how I felt. It's weird that when you're pregnant for the first time it seems so normal," Tara said.
"It's motherly instinct," My mother said warmly. Are happy little moment was quickly interrupted by Bill.
" You seeing anybody, Dana?" My brother asked. The tone of his voice was hash and disapproving. I looked down at the table. I wanted to avoid eye contact.
"No," I answered in an even and square voice. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. How could he treat me this way? He had no right to. For the rest of the dinner everybody sat in silence, faces buried in their plates. I hardly ate anything, being in the nervous state that I was in. As everybody finished up their meal I started to feel more and more nervous. Soon I would have to face Bill all by myself.