“Out of my way.” She shoved him aside with the back of her hand as if he weren’t a full grown man, her heels echoing across the hardwood. Her eyes locked on Vivian sa she pointed at her. “Who are you to my son?” Tell me…” she stoped mid way in her sentence as she observed Vivian.
Then, she froze.
Her gaze dropped.
Vivian instinctively placed her hands over her stomach, her body curling protectively around the slight bump beneath Christopher’s shirt.
It was subtle… but impossible to miss.
And in that moment, the temperature in the room plummeted.
“Oh, dear God…” the woman whispered, her voice brittle. “She’s pregnant.”
She took a step back, lips trembling.
“Christopher, you…”
“CHRISTOPHER!” Abigail shrieked like a banshee, her eyes rolling so far back she stumbled dramatically and
