Chapter 42: Salt on the Wound

“Well, congratulations! That’s exciting!” exclaimed a very clueless Jenny.

“Um. Thanks. I wasn’t exactly telling people about it… yet.” Or ever… I was not able to look at Luke.

“Oh, shoot! Well, congratulations anyway! I wouldn’t be able to contain myself if I were you. I wanna have at least half a dozen little ones someday,” Jenny declared as she wrapped her arms around Luke’s waist.

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly. The sight of them together was a spear in my chest. But try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to hate her. Luke was a catch in all senses of the word. She was a very lucky girl. Tears began to swell in my eyes.

“I’m sorry. But I’m really not feeling well. I had better head home.”

“Yes, of course! We will head back to Andy’s place and leave the soup for you two to enjoy,” said Marcia to Luke and Jenny.

“But, Momma! I didn’t get to ride Mack yet!” Marco cried. The adorable little traitor.