Page 134 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

I was numb I needed to get out of there quick. Thanking him I left reassuring him I was fine. I went to a little cafe a few blocks away and let the tears flow. The smell of the coffee made my stomach turn or was it the shock. ‘Were we ready? Was Rex ready? Would he want to get married? Do I want to get married? What have you done’, I scolded myself.
As I lay in a hot bath later that evening I tried to think straight. What would be the best way to tell Rex? Did I want a baby? Did I want to get married? Would Rex want to get married and have a family?
Then it hit me. This should have been Tony’s baby. I had wanted to marry him, to have a family with him. The tears streamed down my face dropping into the bath making little whirlpools. I would have to tell Rex this weekend. I was twelve weeks now and soon I’d be showing.
I’d be calm and tell him no pressure. I could manage after all I was thirty-five well able to look after myself and a little person. I’ve a nice home and a comfortable bank account. I could still teach my class and keep producing pieces for the gallery. I was feeling more positive now I knew that whatever happened I would be ok.
I slept peacefully and dreamt of a life I hoped I could turn into reality.
I hurried home after class the next day. I had asked Rex to come over for dinner. After I showered and dressed putting on an empire line floral dress I had recently bought then I made a chicken stir-fry for dinner, lit some candles and put on some background music. I needed to create a nice calming ambiance to relax the mood when I told him the good news. Glancing in the mirror I looked good my hair was