Angela’s eyes darted between us. « What kind of family is this? I thought you’d be happy for me! » Her voice cracked.
I inhaled sharply. « We would have been. If you had told us tomorrow. Not here. Not now. Not at the exact moment we found out our baby’s gender. »
Angela’s face twisted in anger. « You’re horrible! » she screamed. She turned and stormed out of the room.
Carl stared after her. Then his eyes widened. « Was that champagne she was holding? »
My stomach twisted. « Oh my God. I didn’t even think about that. Why is she drinking if she’s pregnant? »
That day, Angela refused to return. She said we had ruined her special moment. We tried to explain but she wouldn’t listen.
I thought that after this, Angela would calm down. I hoped she would realize how far she had gone and take a step back.
I wouldn’t have to see her so often, which, honestly, sounded like a dream. She had already ruined one of the most important days of my life.
Worse, she had managed to twist everything and make Carl and me feel guilty, as if we were the ones who had hurt her.
But Angela didn’t calm down. Instead, she got even more involved. She started dragging me to baby stores, gushing over tiny onesies, rattles, and crib sets.
