“It’ll be fine,” she sighed. “He’ll be a little crazy, but he was crazy when I married him, so it’s not like it’s a shock to me.”
Still…what if I were pregnant? Would Rob act all insane? Wasn’t pregnancy supposed to be a good time for both people? How could a woman enjoy it when her husband was acting all crazy?
I popped another chocolate in my mouth and reminded myself that Rob and I weren’t really a thing. Protective or not, he didn’t really want to stay married to me.
An incessant buzzing filled the room, but when I looked around for the noise, I noticed all the ladies were staring at me.
“What?”
“It’s the phone Knight gave you. Are you going to answer it?”
There was only one person it could be, and answering was definitely not an option. I was pissed at him.
“Nope.” I scoured the box for another chocolate, only to come up empty. “Dammit.”
Sighing, I tossed the box aside, not caring when the little wrappings scattered across the floor. What did I care? I was a single-married woman, sad, lonely, and depressed. Well, at the moment. By tomorrow, I would be fine.
But the buzzing didn’t stop. Rolling my eyes, I tossed the phone to Claire. “You answer it.”
“Uh…”
“I’m not answering it,” I said, determined to hold out. “If he wants to talk to anyone, he can talk to you.”
Pressing the button, she tentatively held the phone to her ear. “Yes?”
After a moment of frowning, she tossed me the phone with wide eyes. “It’s your mother,” she mouthed.
Oh, shit. I forgot I called her from this number. “He-hello?”
“You never got back to me with Rob’s mother’s number. How am I supposed to plan a wedding shower when I can’t contact his mother?”
“Hello to you, too.”
“I was up all night—” A fit of coughing overtook her, but she cleared her throat and moved on. “We can’t wait forever on this. I would like to meet his family before I’m old and buried in the ground.”
“Mom, you have to understand, we’re not staying together.”
“I still have my wedding dress. We made some alterations for Bailey, but we could fix it up the way you like it. Now, I know you’re technically already married, but a small ceremony with the whole town would help this all wash over.”
“A small ceremony with the town,” I repeated. “Meaning, everyone in town.”
“Do you want to decide who to cut?”
“Mom—”
The phone buzzed again, and when I pulled it away from my ear and looked at the number, I prayed that meant it was Rob. Talking with him was preferable to my mother. I wasn’t sure how many more ways I could explain that I wasn’t staying married.
“Oh, that’s the hubby on the other line. Gotta go!”
“Get his mother’s?—”
I switched over, cutting off my mom. I’d hear about it later, but that was fine. As long as I didn’t have to continue to have this conversation now.
“Useless Wives Club. This is Krista speaking.”
“You’re not useless,” Rob muttered. “You totally misunderstood what I was saying.”
“Oh, you mean the part where you told me that I was a nuisance and would be in the way?”