Ivy was awakened by the phone ringing, it was John.
"Baby, I have to go out of town for a couple days," he said.
"You're not going anywhere," she said.
"Ivy, don't start this shit, I have to go, I don't have a choice, it's for work," he replied.
"Work, my ass," she said, "If you leave, I'm going to tell Melissa everything."
"Ivy, baby, I think you've forgotten our little talk," said John.
"And I think you've forgotten that I'm carrying your child," she answered right back.
"No, I haven't forgotten, and if I could, I wouldn't go on this trip, but if I don't, I'll lose my job," he said.
"It's always some fucking excuse, isn't it, John," she said before slamming the phone down.
In a way, she almost expect John to come running right over. But instead of hearing the doorbell ring, she heard a car starting up outside. It was John, he was actually leaving her.
"You son of a bitch!!" she screamed from the window.
Melissa was outside, seeing her husband off when Ivy's voice penetrated the quiet morning. She didn't quite know what to make of Ivy's remark, so she just shrugged it off, waved at her husband once more and turned around to go back inside.
That fucking son of a bitch, who the fuck does he think he is?? thought Ivy.
She stood there in the middle of her bedroom for a moment, then she knew what had to be done.
Again, she made her way across the street.
