Star sat on the couch in her living room. Her daughter was cuddled beside her and watching television. They were both quiet. One enjoying the comfort of being with her mother. The other digesting the events of the previous night.
Heather was the woman her husband had loved a certain time in his life. Probably his first love. She was scared that him seeing the other woman might arouse those emotions again. He had after all loved that woman freely. She, on the other hand, she'd had to work for whatever he gave her. She feared that his emotions for her were not as strong as those he'd ever had for Heather. And she had to be pregnant at this point.
