The trouble with Debbie

chapter 21

Monday morning rolled around as only a Monday morning could.

Keirons engineering company was officially launching today and he was flapping around trying to get ready. He had a new office and a small team ready to go.

He already had a list of clients that he'd worked with before, on his books, ready to do business with him. He was grateful for that. He specialised in construction and worked mostly with architects. Debbie found him in the kitchen, obviously buzzing. "Hey," she hugged him, "you okay?"

"Aww babes," he sighed, appreciating the hug, "what am I doing? This is crazy!"

"You're just nervous," Debbie reassured him, "don't start questioning yourself! You're amazing! The fact that several clients have followed you proves that. I'm so proud of you. You've got this baby." Debbie kissed him softly.

"How do you do that?" Keiron smiled, "how do you make me feel like that? You're amazing."

"I know." Debbie grinned.

"Thank you baby." Keiron kissed her again.

"Get going Sir," Debbie handed him his ipad, "I'll be here, waiting for you."

Keiron couldn't resist pulling her closer for yet another kiss. She was intoxicating.

"Mmmm," he rumbled, "can we make calling me 'sir' a thing?"

"Get out of here!" Debbie laughed, slapping his shoulder. He laughed back and got into his car, blowing her a kiss before driving away.

Debbie wasn't sure where this relationship was going but she liked it so far.

Klara had woken up alone for the second morning. Tony hadn't returned since Saturday night and he wasn't answering her calls or messages. She had called in sick and was too upset to leave her bed. She had made a huge mess of things and she had no idea how to fix it. She had made a doctors appointment for that afternoon through a private company in the hopes of an early scan. The sooner she could get information, the better. She texted Tony again,

"Please come home." she wrote. Nothing. Just like the last 138 messages, this one was being ignored. She threw the quilt over her head to wallow when she heard the doorbell.

She ignored it. She already knew she looked like beetle juice right now, she was not about to answer the door.

The doorbell rang again and she groaned, "leave me alone."

Just then, her mobile phone rang. She looked at the screen fast, hoping it was Tony, finally calling her back. It wasn't. It was Marcus.

"Hello." she answered.

"Hey, let me in. Please." he sounded serious. She hung up and dragged herself to the front door."Jesus!" Marcus exclaimed when he saw her, "no way. This can't continue." he gestured to her crazy bed hair and dark puffy eyes.

"Go on," he pushed her gently up the stairs, "go freshen up. I'll make your coffee." Klara went back upstairs without argument. 20 minutes later she found Marcus in the kitchen with a coffee as promised. She sat down at the table and thanked him for the coffee.

"So," Marcus began, "I had a lovely visit from your husband last night."

"Oh my god." Klara covered her face and tried not to cry.

"He was very upset," Marcus continued, "he said you're pregnant..."

"I was going to tell you Marcus, but I had to tell him first..." Klara spoke still covering her face.

"I know, I know," Marcus stopped her, "I understand. I was just surprised to see him. He told me that he knew for ages that something was going on. I honestly thought he was gonna kick my ass. But, he was really calm. Then he left."

Klara hated this. How could she ever make it right?

"Is the baby mine Klara?" Marcus asked, nerves obvious.

"I think so," she replied, "I'm due an early scan, hopefully I'll be able to get a date of conception. What if it is your baby?"

"Then I'm ready to be a father," he smiled softly, "I won't abandon you. I came here to see if you were ok. Tony is a mess right now and he said he wasn't staying here so, I figured you must be a mess too."

"Thank you. Did he say where he's staying?" Klara hoped for the right answer.

"No sorry," Marcus sighed, "he just said, he can't live with you right now."

Klara hadn't even noticed she was crying, it was the new normal. Marcus got up and hugged her.

"I'm sorry," he told her, "I should have left you alone. I'm not someone who messes with married women, I shouldn't have pursued you."

"This is my doing," Klara sobbed, "I'm the one in the marriage, I shouldn't have let this happen."

"You're going to be alright," Marcus wiped her tears, "I promise."