“Like, trust me, the father doesn’t need to know?”
She narrowed her eyes at me, shooting me an evil look. “You know, I think it’s time for you to leave.”
“You can’t make me. You’re stuck in a bed, attached to the epidural, and if you want the drugs, you can’t move.”
A smirk slid across her face right before she said, “Mom, did Krista tell you she slept with her husband before he left town?”
I spun around, gasping in horror when my mother nearly dropped the cup of coffee she was carrying.
“Krista!”
I spun back and glared at my sister. “Bitch.”
“Whore.”
“You slept with him and then shoved him out the door?” Mom gasped. “Why would you do that?”
“It was good sex! That’s it!”
“But he’s your husband!”
I was so going to kill my sister. “I didn’t know he was my husband!”
“So, you just let any man between your thighs?”
“Me? I’m not the one who’s about to push a baby out of her vagina!” I said, pointing a finger at my sister.
“Hey!” Lizzy snapped. “I’m in labor! You can’t gang up on me!”
“You didn’t have to spill my secrets,” I argued.
Mom sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked exhausted and run-down. Honestly, it was no surprise since she took care of all of us like we were still her babies at home.
“My girls. You were supposed to be my pride and joy. Now, one of you is knocked up by some man, and the other is married to a man who already ran away.”
I winced at the description. We really were disappointments.
“Mom, you’re not really upset, are you?” Lizzy asked, her chin quivering.
Mom smiled, grabbing her hand. “Only that you won’t tell me who he is. I’d like to kick his ass.”
“Mom!” I gasped, having never heard her say anything like that before.
“Well, he hurt my little girl. What kind of man abandons a pregnant woman?”
“He doesn’t know,” Lizzy sighed.
“Still, it’s abandonment, and I won’t think differently. And as for you,” she said, turning her glare on me. “Was he at least good?”
I nearly choked on my spit, surprised by the question. “Um…”
“Two weeks before my wedding, I ran away with your Aunt Rose. We went to Wisconsin,” she giggled.
I glanced at Lizzy, wondering why she thought Wisconsin was some exotic land.
“We were so wild back then,” she beamed as she stared out in the distance.
“Mom, why did you run off?”