Just the kid will be fine.

I glare the man down as he clearly overstepped his bounds by starting to suggest things into my husband and my relationship. "I am sorry, but no. I plan on getting **** on my husband and making him regret his mistake for the rest of his life. I wholly believe what I have suggested will do that, so there is no need to add anything 'MORE' to this.

"Well, you can't blame a man for trying." the man snickers.

I glare back at him. "I can't blame him for trying... once."

The room goes silent as I can feel his disappointment filling the void between us. The pressure of his disappointment finally overcomes me, and I break the silence. "Well, if you're ready, let's hurry up and do this."

"Aren't you going to get changed? You realize what we are about to do, right? Your clothes won't make it through this if you keep them on." He asks in surprise.

Of course, I know what is about to happen; it is just that I am too pissed off to remember to change. I am pissed that my husband cheated on me and had a child. I am pissed that I am here. I am pissed that I had to take the one room I didn't want because we got here late. I am pissed that I asked to have this man's child. I am Piss that this man even suggested doing more than that. To sum it all up, I am PISSED, and I am even more PISSED because of everything I do to not be PISSED.