A Collection of Odds & Ends

Baby Blues (Dan Feuerriegel)

Who the hell did she think she was anyway?

He should have known better and made her take one car, picking hers up on the way home. Dan had set himself up for this one. An hour had gone by, sitting alone at the small table, assuring the waiter that his wife was going to join him. Fiona never showed. Worry would have come easy, except for the fact he saw that each of his text massages had been read.

Dinner was supposed to be something wonderful, happy, and intimate.

It broke his heart to think she could so easily leave him. She was upset, pregnancy made her that way, but this was a little much. Even for her. Fiona had been upset with him many times in the last few months, but not like this.

"I'm home." He called out, walking through the door from the garage. Dropping his keys and phone down on the counter. The house was quiet. "Babe?"

Upstairs, he could hear her heavy footsteps thumping across the floor of their townhouse. Fiona was in their bedroom.

Her upset had started the second he'd strolled into that damn exam room. She didn't have to speak, the disgusted looks told him all he needed to know. Why she had decided to be angry with him; Dan had been unclear about.

Trudging up the stairs, he paused at the top, listening as her footsteps in the bedroom came to a stop. The radio played in the background, the house otherwise quiet. In the air he could feel the tension mounting, the storm that was waiting in the air was thick and ready to let loose.

"Fi?" Dan called restarting. Gaining a scoff from his wife, he took the few steps down the hall and into their bedroom. "You missed dinner. Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." Her words were curt and cool. Her dark hair was damp and her dress from earlier that day turned into her favourite pair of sweats.

"You didn't reply to the texts I sent." Dan tugged at the buttons on his shirt. Sliding the blue shirt over his shoulders, he lingered next to his closet. "Did you get them?"

"I was ignoring you." Fiona's tone was flat and her words sharp.

Switching his jeans for a pair of shorts, Dan stood with his hands on his waist. Asking her "Why?" would surely be entering dangerous territory. If he kept quiet, there was a chance she would go to bed and wake up no longer pissed off.

Stupidly, Dan did what no man should ever do when his pregnant wife was upset. "So, what's the problem?"

"My problem?" Fiona paused, pointing a finger in her direction. "What's my...Seriously? What's my problem? Are you serious, Daniel?"

"I'm sorry, but you were so excited for this appointment and when I got there..." He trailed off. She knew how she had acted, when he'd arrived.

Today was the day they were finding out the gender of their little one. Fiona had been on Cloud 9 all morning and well into the afternoon, when Dan had spoke to her on the phone.

He'd arrived in time for the appointment, with minutes to spare. He'd arranged for them to have dinner after, everything had been set for today and yet she had stood him up. When they'd got into their cars, she'd told him she would meet him - sure.

"Did the doctor say something before I got there? Are things okay? Everything looked fine on the ultra sound." He tried to deduct the issues. "Did something happen on the way to dinner? If you weren't feeling well, Fi, you could have said."

Crystal clear blue eyes glared at him, narrowed in a stare of absolute disgust and slight disbelief. "What makes you think that issue is something with me?"