10-12-2015, 09:18 PM
Tuesday night was here again. After another agonizingly slow day at the office and a quick dinner at home, Will was sitting down for his third week of lamaze classes. He was about seven months pregnant, and dreaded going to class. Everyone there had their partner with them, and he could just feel them judging him for being alone. Either they thought the baby's father was negligent, or they assumed the worst: that Will was some kind of slut who got knocked up by some random guy. The last part wasn't totally wrong--he didn't know the baby's father. But it's not like he slept around or anything.
Regardless of what he knew, it didn't make him feel any better to not have someone there to share his experience with. So he lowered himself onto a mat and waited as the other expectant couples would file in with their judgmental eyes and make him squirm.
Regardless of what he knew, it didn't make him feel any better to not have someone there to share his experience with. So he lowered himself onto a mat and waited as the other expectant couples would file in with their judgmental eyes and make him squirm.