The whole drive back, they were silent. She wasn’t up for small talk, and he appeared angry, his eyes clouded and so dark they appeared black. She knew that because of her, he was missing out on his annual trip with his buddies, but there was only so much of Pixie that she could put up with. She wasn’t going to apologise. Not when so soon after their clinch he was all over that pink haired ice maiden.
She knew Affie would have questions but she would lie and say she felt unwell. She knew Kyle would back her up if she needed it and right now she wanted her bed and her son.
Our son.
They let themselves in, and Kyle disappeared into his room without a word, like a sulking teenager. She watched him go, before going to her room with resignation. Affie was on the bed, painting her nails, and
