Chapter 8

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sands demanded, rushing into Wattley's office uninvited.

"Sands! What are you doing here?" Wattley cried, spilling tea over his now forgotten papers.

Sands stopped halfway to Wattley's desk and turned his head towards the raspy sound of Wattley's sparse breathing.

"I asked you a question. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sands posed, his tone menacing. Good, he wanted Wattley to be scared.

"What are you talking about Sands? Who let you in here?" Wattley said as he stood, his own voice rising.

"Why did you never tell me Maggie was pregnant?"

Wattley sighed and sat down, defeated.

"When it happened, we couldn't seem to reach you. And by the time contact was restored between you and the company, it all seemed to be in the past." Wattley said, watching in fear as Sands' face contorted with anger.

"Well it isn't in the fuckin' past! Not to Maggie and not to me!" Sands all but yelled, crossing the short distance to Wattley's desk, nearly stumbling across a chair.

"Look, Sands, what do you want me to say? What's done is done!" Wattley stated, regaining some of his confidence.

"You know what?" Sands retorted in an all-too-conversational tone, "Fuck you."

And with that he stormed out of the office.

"Shel? Where have you been?" Maggie questioned, seeing her lover walk through the door.

"I had something to do, but I'm back now. And before you ask, yes everything is fine and no I didn't kill anyone." Sands quipped, quickly finding Maggie and wrapping his arms around her waist. He absent-mindedly rubbed her belly.

"Shel…" Maggie began uncertainly. "If I found out I was pregnant before you left, would you… have stayed?" she asked. She felt Sands tense sharply then relax and soften his hold on her. He sighed on her neck.

"Baby, if I had known you were pregnant, I never would have left the bedroom."