Chelsea Van Husen had had enough! She was thoroughly sick and tired of Peter ignoring her and acting like she'd somehow gotten pregnant by herself. She was also tired of having her husband live with another woman while she sat in their home and tried to figure out things like what she was supposed to do when the dishwasher started making a funny noise or how to get rid of the mailman when he got a little too flirty. It was all too much. Too too much.
Chelsea made herself another tomato sandwich and poured a fourth glass of chocolate milk to go with it. She was eating for two, after all. She might as well enjoy it because there didn't seem to be much else that she was enjoying in her life at the moment.
A flutter occurred somewhere in her stomach and Chelsea suddenly stopped chewing. The baby! It was the first time she'd felt him or her move!
Oh my gosh--this is really happening to me!
Chelsea touched her slightly bulging stomach and waited for the butterfly kick again. There! It happened once more and her eyes filled with tears. There was a baby inside her, a baby who was going to be born and have everything a child should have, like a happy home, good, nutritious food and loving parents.
The smile slowly faded from her face. How was she going to make that happen, given the dismal state of her marriage? Peter had made it quite plain that he was about as interested in getting back together with her as Cher might be in getting back with Gregg Allman. Darn that Mavis Schuyler anyway. This was all her fault.
Chelsea waited a few more seconds to see if the baby moved again but when nothing happened she picked up her tomato sandwich and took a large bite. Clearly she needed to do something but what that something might be was beyond her.
As she ate she thought about the seance she'd attended the other night. Steve and Dee Dee were so cute together. She'd love to have a relationship like the two of them shared. If Peter would just come to his senses she'd forgive him for leaving her. She'd even pretend it never happened. Not many women would be so understanding. Chelsea wondered if Peter realized just how generous she was being.
She also wondered if he realized just how pregnant she was getting. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, not since before she started showing. Maybe she'd go over to Schuyler Manor and see her estranged husband. It wasn't like she didn't have a right to see him. She was still his wife.
"I know!" Chelsea sat upright in her chair. Her dog, Freckles, leaped to his feet. "I know, Freckles! I'll go over and tell Peter what happened at the seance--about how the Ouija board said that someone living at Schuyler Manor killed Mary Austin! Is that the perfect excuse to see my husband or what?"
Freckles looked disappointed that Chelsea wasn't offering him part of her sandwich and sank to the floor. Chelsea smiled fondly at the dog, feeling much better. All Peter needed was to see her again, to see how their child was growing inside of her. All Peter needed was to give their marriage a second chance and Chelsea was more than willing to help him see that. Her mood vastly improved, Chelsea got to her feet and went to the cupboard to find something for dessert.
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