Half of My Life is Spent in Bloom, and then in Withering

I looked at her eyebrows and eyes carefully, they were really beautiful, as beautiful as before, with my reflection in her eyes. As beautiful as the eyebrows and eyes in the afternoon video.

I lowered my eyes and avoided her worried look, then said "It's okay. Maybe it's because I saw the baby for the first time on the ultrasound report today. I'm a little excited."

I continued, "Julie, I miss my sister. I want to go see her. My sister said she would send a plane to pick me up tomorrow night."

Julie's shoulders sank and she seemed relieved. She took my hand and led me to the sofa.

"I've done my homework. Pregnant women are affected by progesterone levels. I should be excited. Why are you crying instead?"

She continued speaking in a gentle tone, "Okay, it's okay if you want to go see your sister. You two haven't seen each other for a long time. My little crybaby, you're going to be a father and still miss your sister."

"You go first. I'll find you after I finish my work these days. I'll play with you for a while." Listening to Julie's concerned words, my heart sank again and again.

Had she done her homework? She must have experience. Pregnant woman? Could she still be considered a pregnant woman if she already had an abortion?

But I didn’t want to dwell on these things anymore. I didn’t know if it was because my emotions fluctuated too much, but my head felt stuffy and I just wanted to rest.

"Julie, I'm tired and I want to rest."

***

I seemed to be really tired and slept until noon. Unexpectedly, Julie was still at home.

Seeing me wake up, Julie gently hugged my waist.

"Others say pregnant women are sleepy, but why do I think you, the prospective father, are even more sleepy? Look at my little lazy pig, who just woke up now. Get up and eat something. There's a cocktail party in the afternoon. Let's go together."

I calculated the time. The plane my sister sent to pick me up would arrive in the evening, so there was still time. In order not to arouse Julie's suspicion and to ensure that the plan would not go wrong, I nodded to Julie.

As soon as we arrived at the banquet hall, we both became the focus of the whole audience as expected.

"I really envy Mr. Derp. Look at Mrs. Montana. She has been married for so many years and still treats Mr. Derp like the apple of her eye."

"That's right. Look, she takes Mr. Derp with her no matter what the occasion is, for fear that Mr. Derp will be snatched away by someone else."

Julie accepted everyone's compliments with a smile on her face and seemed to be very pleased with everyone's words.

A greasy voice broke the harmony.

"Mr. Derp is a grown man, why are you so clingy? You follow Mrs. Montana wherever she goes? Are you afraid that you can't control your wife and that Mrs. Montana will be snatched away by someone else?"

The person who came was Mark. Everyone heard the gunpowder in his words. After all, Mark's love for Julie was known to everyone in the circle.

"What does he mean by that? Mrs. Montana can be taken away by others? Who is the other person? He won't say it about himself, right?"

"It's ridiculous. He was so persistent in pestering Mrs. Montana and Mrs. Montana went bankrupt in anger. He dared to speak nonsense here. Everyone knows that Mrs. Montana hates these men outside the most."

"Look at Mrs. Montana's face. I am about to mourn for Mark."

I ignored what others said and I didn't pay attention to Julie's gloomy face. I took a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray beside me.

"Mr. Spencer cares about my wife so much that I am beginning to suspect that there is a relationship between you two." When I said this, Julie was stunned. She looked at Mark with eyes that wanted to eat him.