Gabi didn’t notice I was pregnant until nearly my sixth month because she was focused on herself.
She rarely looked at me, moving around as if in her own world. She went out often, returned past curfew, and I pretended I didn’t notice.
Of course, I knew where she had gone, who she was with… and if I were uncomfortable I ‘d call the mothers of her friends to mention it, and one of them could pop over to ruin the little fete.
In this way, unknown to Gabi, I knew more about her life than the other mothers knew about their girls. Gabi, however, thought my attention had been diverted from her. She felt she was ‘getting away’ with things when in truth what she ‘got away with’ was no big deal.
Her being out with her friends gave Brad and I time to bond, to plan, to dream.
All his doubts about me being Gabi’s mother first and his wife second died an unmourned death.
Life flowed easily.