Deal With the Devil: A Lloyd Hansen Story

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Lloyd came into the kitchen as I finished shaking Dominick's formula.

"Morning." He said. He was ready for work. He came over and pecked my lips.

Dom was four months old. He looked so cute. Chubby body. Cute eyes. Such a giggle.

I gave Lloyd a weak smile. He sighed.

I was ready for the day. I knew I had to go into work. I just hated leaving Dom home with the nanny.

"Come on. You're fine." Lloyd whispered.

"Yeah." I whispered.

But I wasn't. I was in desperate need of a therapist. Post partum was kicking my ass.

Our nanny, Sonya came in. I smiled.

"Morning." She said.

She was an older lady. Maybe in her fifties. She was very skilled at what she did.

"Good morning." I said. "I just got him a bottle ready. He's down to one bottle of breast milk a day this week." I said. She smiled.

"Growing boy." She said. I nodded.

"I'm gonna go start the car." Lloyd said.

I nodded. It was three weeks from Christmas. The whole house was decorated.

Once lloyd left, Sonya looked at me.

"Here's the name of the therapist. She specializes in helping mothers."

"There's such thing?"

"It's just what she does." She said. I nodded.

"I didn't think I would be this upset about everything." I said.

"Sweetheart. It happens to the best of us." She said.

I nodded. "Well, my husband is waiting. So I will see you later."

"Have a good day."

I nodded and grabbed my coffee and my jacket, putting it on before grabbing my purse and walking out. As I opened the door, lloyd was standing out waiting.

"It's icy. I wanted to help you." He said.

"Thanks." I said. I held his arm as we walked out to the car. He got me in the passenger seat before getting to his side.

Christmas music was playing in the car. I smiled.

He got into his side and buckled up.

"So I got a text last night from someone." Lloyd said as he started driving.

"Yeah? Who?"

"Don't be mad."

"Who was it?"

"It was marissa." He said.

I sighed. I turned on the heated seats and gave him a look. "What did she want?"

"She congratulated me on the baby after I posted a picture of you and him yesterday."

"You did?" I asked as I opened my Instagram, seeing a picture of Dom and I in the kitchen. My head was turned away but Dom was looking at the camera. The Christmas decorations were everywhere. It was actually adorable. It looked to be out of a movie.

"So why..what's the problem then?" I asked.

"I think she was drunk. Because it was a very backhanded congratulations."

"What did she say?"

"She..I think she brought up some things about you in highschool."

"Oh god."