Paris Blues

Mistress

I was getting closer and closer to my due date, Hans decided to convert the extra bedroom in my apartment into the baby's nursery. I stood at the door way with a smile on my face as I watched him finish assembling our baby's crib after he painted it yellow. We didn't know the gender so we decided for a neutral colour.

"Are you going to watch me forever?". He asked as he completed his task.

"I wouldn't mind". I said walking up to him. He laughed before gently grabbing my face and capturing me in a soft kiss.

"You going to get paint all over me". I protested pulling away from him. He chuckled patting me on my behind as he walked out of the room.

"I'm going to bath could you make me something to eat?". He said. I nodded getting on my tip toes to kiss him before walking to the kitchen. I put on my record player listening to some German opera as I prepared Hans' food. I found the music calming and the baby seemed to enjoy it. There was a knock on my front door, I went to answer assuming that it Marie. I opened the door and I was met with the sight of a brunette women, with milky skin and olive green eyes. She looked to about in her mid thirties and was undoubtedly beautiful. I smiled at her.

"Hello can I help you with anything". I said with a smile.

"I would like you to stop sleeping with my husband'". She said and the smile fell off my face. I watched as her eyes trailed to my swollen belly and a look of pain took over her face. She gasped as tears ran down her face.

"Is ... is ...is it his?". She asked and I nodded looking down in shame, I heard her sobs of pain and in that moment I realised the consequences of my selfish actions.

We sat across each other sipping tea as we waited for Hans to finish bathing. She would often glance at me and it seemed as if she wanted to ask something but she would stop herself. We sat there in silence until we heard footsteps.

"What did you make because I'm starving". Hans said as he walked into the living room, he froze when he saw the woman seated across me. She stood up and slowly walked up to him before she smacked him.

"Fourteen years". She cried, he was about to say something before she smacked him again.

"Two children". She said and tears starting rolling down my cheeks.

"I gave you two children. A son, a daughter. What more do you want?". I watched her break down sobbing.

"Fourteen years, am I not enough for you?". She cried and I could only imagine the pain that she felt. Knowing that the man you love, your husband of fourteen years and the father of your children had an affair and was having a baby with another woman.

"I'm sorry". He finally spoke and she began punching his chest. He grabbed her holding her as she screamed something in German. He attempted to calm her down as he whispered something to her, she stopped fighting him as she wrapped her arms around him holding on to him as he comforted her. I could see that he loved his wife and that killed me, seeing him being so gentle and caring with her killed me. She gave him a look of longing the same look that I gave him after he returned after being gone for long periods of time. I sped into my bedroom closing the door behind me as I sobbed on my bed. I had been reminded that I was just a mistress to him and he was in love with another woman, having his baby wouldn't change that no matter how I hoped it would.