"Just like that?" Lynette asked.
"Just like that," Susan said, sipping her tea.
"That seems so unlike her," Bree said.
"It is unlike her," Susan quipped. "Trust me, I know."
"Why would she give up so easily?" Bree thought out loud.
"I want to know what the thing about the account was," Lynette said.
"Apparently," Susan started, "Carlos has this illegal bank account that only he and Gabby knew about. Then when he was gone, probably with Gabby, Edie went snooping around and found the papers for it. She's been using it to blackmail him. That's how she got him to propose, saying she would testify against him if he didn't."
"So, this thing could have been done weeks ago? Gabby and Carlos might not be in the hospital right now?" Bree asked.
"It's probable," Susan said.
"Edie messes everything up," Lynette sighed.
"Amen to that!" Susan quipped.
"I'd better go," Bree said. "I should get dinner going."
"I envy you," Susan stated.
"Why, because I can cook?" Bree asked.
"No, well yes, but that's not what I meant," Susan said.
"Then what did you mean?" Bree wanted to know.
"Well," Susan started, "You're eight months pregnant, and you can still manage to do everyday things. When I was eight months along with Julie, Karl did everything."
"Didn't the doctor assign you to bed rest?" Lynette asked.
"Well yes. Julie caused some complications." Susan placed her hand on her stomach. "I hope it won't happen with this one."
"It won't," Lynette assured her. "I've been pregnant three times and the twins were the only ones that gave me trouble…until they were born anyway…"
Susan stifled a laugh. Bree started gathering her things.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" Bree called leaving Susan's house.
"Bye Bree!" Lynette and Susan called back in unison.
"I'd better go too," Lynette said, standing up.
"Do you need to make dinner too?" Susan mocked.
"No. I have to eat it. Tom has a new dish for the restaurant," Lynette told her.
"All right," Susan started, "See you later Lynette."
"Bye Susan!" Lynette called, leaving.
Susan sighed at the empty house. Julie was staying at friend's house tonight and Mike had been called away on an emergency plumbing job. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Nothing," she grumbled.
Her stomach growled.
"Especially when you're eating for two," she said, holding her stomach.
She was just about to pick up the phone and order a pizza, when Mike walked in carrying just that.
"You read my mind," Susan grinned, rushing over to greet him.
"Must be that whole 'true love' thing acting up again," Mike returned.
He set the pizza down on the table by the door and put his arms around her waist. Susan put her arms around his neck and stared up into his eyes. Mike pulled her in for a kiss. When he pulled away, Susan buried her face in his shoulder.
"What if this had happened to us?" she asked.
"If what happened?" Mike inquired.
"If Ian had gone all psychotic on us…" Susan trailed off.
"Wasn't and isn't going to happen," Mike assured her. "You're safe with me."
"Gabby was safe with Carlos too," Susan countered.
"Ian is not Victor…or Edie," Mike told her. "Come on the pizza's getting cold."
Susan nodded and followed him to the dinner table.
"This is the exact kind I had a craving for!" Susan exclaimed, opening the box.
"We're like psychically connected or something," Mike told her.
Susan nodded and took a bite of the pizza. As she chewed, she tried not to think about Ian and all the horrible things he could've done. But for some reason, she couldn't.