His dark blue eyes are staring at me, again I wonder what goes on in his head.

“And? Are you okay with that?” I ask him

He looks away, he runs his hand through his hair, and faces the window. The warm July sun is already sneaking its way through. 

He tugs at his dark blue suit blazer and unbuttons the front. He sighs heavily, then stands motionless, glaring at the window.

“It has to be done.” He whispers.

His voice is quick and emotionless, even though I know it must be hard for him to give up his child.

“Tom, you having an affair..I mean, I know we didn’t marry out of love, but, I don’t like you seeing her.” I state

He turns, his eyes looking over at me calmly, he swallows, I watch as his throat moves. He squints his eyes and quickly glances at his watch.

“She’s carrying my child.” He hisses.

“Your bastard child.” I correct

“My child isn’t a bastard!” He groans.

Tom stares at me coldly, before taking his suitcase and leaving. I wonder why he didn’t go back to his bedroom, cause our parents left weeks ago. He’s been spending nights with me, even though we aren’t intimate.