Dancing Through The Night

Chapter 2

My nerves are killing me. I straighten my dress in the mirror and smack my lips together one last time. I'm going to surprise Harry, and I'm going to look so good that he won't stand a chance but be happy about me being pregnant. It's been nearly three weeks that I haven't seen him, not since the big argument we had when I found out he is married. But we have spoken every day. Of course I understand that the whole divorce process takes ages, especially because his business is in their joint names. It still doesn't sit fully right with me that he hasn't told me about his marriage in all those months though, but I decided to drop it. He didn't want me to feel insecure, and I guess he has a point. After all, I felt insecure from the moment I found out.

I take one more look in the mirror, use my fingers to comb back my hair and then leave. Time to break the news and to make my man mine.

Harry told me yesterday he'd be busy all day today, on this lovely Sunday. I often meet him in his office, but today will be different. Nervously, I'm looking for a car park near Harry's building and I'm surprised that even on a weekend public parking spaces are rare. Most spots I pass have a number plate attached, with a reserved sign beneath. Just like the one I have at work. Harry has one like that in his building and for a moment I allow myself to imagine parking in his spot, in our car, getting our baby out to visit him. But now I have to focus on my task ahead: Tell Harry.

I finally park on a rooftop carpark five minutes away from Harry's office. Quickly, I take a photo of my car with the parking level and row in the background. Countless times have I forgotten where I left the car, just to run up and down the parking lot, accross and back and forth again. Thank you mobile phone.

Thoughtless, I throw the car keys and phone in my bag, knowing very well that I'll have to rummage through its contents later to find them. As I walk towards the lifts, I question why I never make the effort to organise the bag and save myself several minutes each day plus a high level of stress. I plan to do just that as soon as I get home. My house is organised, why can't I do the same with my bag? Especially with a baby on the way, I need to get used to having important things handy. I have a baby on the way. What if Harry completely loses it? I've never seen him anything less than the well-mannered man he is, but who knows. Do I even know him well enough to have a child with him? Our relationship has been quite the rollercoaster ride, as my friend Tessa always says. No, I shake off the unwanted thoughts. This is not the time for self-doubt. Of course I know him. He'll be happy. It may take him a while to warm up to the ide, but he will come around. After all, it's not like I was happy when the thought of me being pregnant first crossed my mind. I just had some time to get used to the idea before taking the test.

I leave the carpark and pass several cafes, colourless shopfronts and dark office windows. There is no denying that this is a business district. That's probably why the stroller catches my eye immediately.