Grumpy Wifey

"You've gotten large, I see." I send him a glare at his insult, and suddenly I get the courage to snap back. "For the uneducated, it's called pregnancy." With another roll of his eyes, he throws the file down on the desk and storms out.

That's the first time he's ever verbally interacted with me. It had always been glares, 'accidental bumps,' or hisses.

I sigh and lean back, rubbing my belly, and before I can catch my breath, the door knocks again. I groan and answer it, hoping it's not that jerk again.

It's Ms. Roberts with a pleasant smile. I like her; her energy is always nice, and she's been a better friend to me than anyone else who's worked here, though she's reserved and shy.

I admire her.