You had expected it, but hadn’t looked forward to it.

You had been married to Benny for two years, and had met at an international chess tournament.

You two had gone off the map for roughly five months, not showing up to tournaments or events.

But you two were finally at Paris, because you both refused to pass it up.

As you walked through the doors, one hand rested on your roughly seven month baby bump, the other interlocked with Benny’s.

Bright lights flashed around you both as you walked, questions flying around as Benny leaned over to whisper,

“My God, do they have no respect?”