Till Thee End Of Times

Chapter 13

Miranda had fallen asleep on the couch,after Callie left, a blanket draped over her, the soft sound of her breathing filling the room. She didn't hear Tucker come in, his footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor.

Tucker stood in the doorway, watching Miranda sleep for a moment. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. But he knew that underneath that peaceful facade, she was keeping a secret from him. his heart heavy with suspicion. He had noticed the changes in her body, the way her clothes were fitting differently. He knew that she was keeping something from him, and it was tearing him apart.

Their marriage had once been a place of love and warmth, but now it was a minefield of secrets and mistrust. He hated feeling this way, hated that he couldn't trust the woman he loved with all his heart.As he watched Miranda sleep, Tucker's mind drifted back to the days when they were newlyweds, when everything had seemed so simple. He remembered the laughter, the long nights spent talking about their dreams and hopes.

He had thought they were building a life together, a life filled with love and honesty. But now, he wasn't so sure. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and one wrong move could send him tumbling down.With a heavy heart, Tucker walked into the kitchen, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He knew that he couldn't keep avoiding the conversation with Miranda, that he needed to know the truth, no matter how much it might hurt.

As he poured himself a cup of coffee, his mind whirling with possibilities, he couldn't help but wonder if their marriage could survive the revelation of Miranda's secret. He knew that it would change everything, that it would shatter the fragile peace they had built.Tucker sipped his coffee, the bitter taste matching his mood. He couldn't help but feel that Miranda had been pulling away from him lately, lost in her own world, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of polite smiles and forced laughter.

He felt like he was losing her, bit by bit, day by day. She had once been his confidante, his closest friend, but now he wasn't so sure. He wanted to reach out to her, to tell her that he was here for her, no matter what. But he didn't know how to bridge the distance that had grown between them.

As the night wore on, Tucker found himself pacing the floor, his mind racing. He knew that Miranda would wake up soon, that the moment of truth would come whether he was ready or not.

He thought about their wedding day, the promises they had made to each other. He had vowed to love and honor her, to be by her side in good times and bad. But he hadn't thought that one day, those bad times might be the result of his own doubts, of his own fears.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come.

Miranda stirred on the couch, the sound of her movement bringing Tucker out of his thoughts. As she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"Tucker," she said, her voice sleepy and soft. "What's wrong?"

Tucker stood in the doorway, his heart hammering in his chest. "Miranda," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We need to talk."

Miranda frowned, sensing the seriousness of Tucker's tone. "What is it?" she asked, rising from the couch and making her way towards him.

Tucker hesitated, his mind racing for the right words. Finally, he blurted out, "Miranda, I think you're keeping something from me."

Miranda's eyes widened, her face palling. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice quiet.

Tucker took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I think you're pregnant," he said, his voice steady. "And I want to know the truth."