Fingers tapping furiously against his phone screen, Nicholas’ eyebrows furrowed inward. He was vacantly aware of Amanda’s presence across from him, only reminded and tugged back to reality when he tuned into the sound of her chewing. He felt a little guilty — he was being rude. Hadn’t even touched the tacos he’d ordered. But he had more pressing matters, more argumentative matters. Sarah was at it again. Offended over absolutely nothing again. And it was almost funny to him because this is how she’d been the entire time he met her. He’d hoped pregnancy would soften her, maybe change her perspective to allow a little more empathy in. He was wrong. This impulsiveness and finger-pointing entitlement had always been a constant variable in Sarah’s personality.
Nick brought home six figures, which was atypical of a high school teacher but he won more perks with his PhD. They had the house that she’d wanted. The cars that she’d wanted. Everything she’d ever wanted, she got him to get it for her. And yet she couldn’t even just give him some peace to sleep. As the weeks ticked down, he was starting to dread what life might be like with both her and a baby in the house. Two children.