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but this is something else entirely.
    You have got to get your shit together, man.
    I sidestep the warzone that is the hotel floor and make my way into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I need a shower, but I don’t have the time for it.
    My eyes are bloodshot. I look like death warmed over. My beard is poking out in every direction—I look like a bear that missed out on hibernation. As I grab my toothbrush, I can hear Beth lecturing me about the importance of good oral hygiene. God, all these little reminders of her are going to be the death of me.
    I walk into the medical building and find Jess sitting in the corner of the waiting room, texting like her life depends on it. I go over and take a seat across from her.
    “You’re late.” She doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone.
    “Looks like you’re still sitting in the waiting room, so I can’t be that late.”
    She looks up long enough to roll her eyes at me before going back to her phone.
    Fine with me. We can sit in silence for the entire appointment.
    I study her as she continues to tap out texts on her phone. She’s the anti-Beth in every way. She may possess that long and lean look that women everywhere go crazy trying to achieve, but I’m a man. I love that my wife is so tiny when standing next to me and the fact that she has curves for days has never hurt either.
    God, I miss her.
    Jess notices me staring at her and mistakes it for attraction. She pouts her lower lip out, “I know you feel bad about being late so I’ll let you make it up to me later.” She winks and I resist the urge to hurl onto her expensive heels.
    I ignore her comment and begin checking work emails.
    We are a match made in Hell.
    I’m responding to a request for a bid when I hear it.
    “Mrs. Greene if you’ll just wait right in here, they’ll call you back shortly.”
    My head pops up and I begin searching the room. The nurse is blocking my view, but I know it’s her. I feel it.
    When the nurse walks out, I watch Beth set her purse down while she searches for a magazine and my heart is ready to fucking beat out of my chest.
    She looks absolutely beautiful. She’s wearing a simple sundress and flip flops and her unruly blonde hair is piled up on top of her head. I wonder what she’d do if I walked over and freed it from the messy bun she’s confined it in. I just want to run my rough hands through it.
    Would she fight me if I took her bottom lip in my mouth? I could carry her right out of here and back to the house…
    I don’t even realize I’m leaning forward until Jess kicks me with her heel. “You wanna respect the woman you’re here with, or are you picking out your next conquest, Romeo?”  She follows my gaze and I take pleasure in watching the color drain from her face when she sees that it’s Beth.
    “What is she doing here?”
    I pause at her question. What is she doing here? I’m on my feet and walking towards her before I even stop to think of the consequences.
    “David!” Jess hisses after me.
    “Beth?”
    She starts at the sound of my voice and turns away from the magazine rack slowly. “David?” Her eyes widen, “How did you know where I’d be?”
    I swallow, “I’m uh actually here with—” I gesture toward Jess, who is shooting daggers at me with her eyes.
    I watch as her shoulders drop, she’s disappointed. “Of course.” I hear her mutter under her breath, “Stupid, Beth.”
    “Why are you here? Are you?—” I don’t quite know how to finish that sentence.
    She shakes her head rapidly, “No. Just my annual check-up.”
    I’m crushed. How fucked up is that? I’m expecting a baby with Jess, and in this moment, I wish more than anything that it was with her.
    She gestures to her magazine, “Well, I’m gonna go sit down. Take care, David.” She turns away and goes back to her seat.
    I stare dumbly at her. Take care? That’s it? Like we’re nothing more than two strangers meeting on the street. I’m about