The following day, Janine wakes up first, and I find her making breakfast for us. It is still very cold, so she has lit the fireplace and has the kettle boiling while the smell of sweet and warm porridge fill the air. She is wrapped in her nightgown and humming a song that I highly recognize. I then slowly wrap my hands around her waist and kiss her neck.

“You have such an appetite,” she says, giggling and turning to kiss my lips.

“Only because you are so delicious,” I respond, smiling at her. She then turns again and dishes the porridge into two bowls, and we both sit down and dig in. “So, when did you know you were pregnant?” I ask her.

Before responding, Jenine looks up at me, then down at her bowl, and then slowly toys with her porridge. “It has been six months now,” she finally responds.

My eyes immediately fall down on her stomach. She still has her tantalizing figure. Nothing has changed, and the only thing that has changed is her appetite. She has been eating three times as much.

“Last night … What did you mean when you said ‘your life for our daughter’s life?’” I ask again.

Instead of responding, Jenine sighs and empties her bowl. She then rinses the bowl, puts it away, and then grabs her brown coat and opens the door.

“We cannot keep up like this! Janine, you cannot leave every time I ask you something,” I yell after her.

“I am not in the mood for your little tantrums, Adam,” she responds, and then walks out.

After she is gone, I stand up and start cleaning around, wondering what she meant the previous night.

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Jenine does not come home until after ten pm. When she arrives, she opens the door and rushes to the bedroom, but I do not follow her. After a while, she comes out of the bedroom and sits next to me.

“I am hungry,” she says.

“I will fix you something to eat,” I respond, and then stand up.

As I stand, I feel her hand grabbing me. She then pulls me back to her and kisses me. After a while, she lets go of my hand and announces that she is going to bed.

“Aren’t you hungry anymore?” I shout after her.

She does not turn. “Good night, Adam,” she says.

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