I watch as you get out of the car on the other side of the parking lot, carefully looking around, making sure no one can see you. I put my hand on the pocket of my leather jacket, exhaling in relief as I feel the outline of the gun. You’re wearing a long black satin dress, one of my personal favorites actually.

You finally open the car door and get into the passenger seat, as smoothly as you can. I take off my dark sun glasses to take a good look at you. And damn are you glowing.

I smile gently, the type of smile I’ve learned only recently to use, as I put my hand on your prominent bump, soothingly stroking my thumb.

“How’re my girls doing?” I murmur lowly, reaching out to kiss your cheek.

I wish it could be like this all the time. You, me and our little bean in your stomach living a happy life. But it’s far from reality.

Just four months ago, you were forced to marry that scumbag Ambrose. I did everything in my power to stop it, but you told me that your marriage with him could never change what you and I have.

We kept seeing each other, though I couldn’t help but notice you taking off the ridiculously big and stupid diamond ring everytime you came over.

A few months ago, you came to me, holding up a positive pregnancy test. I mean, it was no doubt it was mine. You’ve told me about your and Ambrose’s lack of intimacy, and you and I haven’t exactly been careful.

We decided to keep it, and you announced the pregnancy as your and Ambrose’s baby. Of course everyone believed you. Even though I know it’s mine, it still hurts whenever I see him rubbing your belly, like it’s his own. Fuck that. I can’t wait to see his face when the baby comes out with a cigarette in its mouth. Then everyone will know it’s mine.

“Let’s go back to the lads yeah? They can’t wait to see you” I mumble as I start driving towards our hiding place. I keep my hand sternly on your stomach the whole ride. I don’t ever want to let go.

“I still think her name should be Cherry. It’s got a ring to it y’know?” I keep on murmuring, glancing over at you to catch your reaction.