Walking down the street I envisioned how my life would be from this moment on; early morning feedings, endless amounts of diapers, crying and screaming at all hours of the night. It was scary and completely new territory, but of course with the bad comes the good; smiles, firsts of everything, being a mom. It didn't matter how much sleep I missed, it would be worth it to see the baby I'm currently carrying, every single morning.

The only thing I needed to do is tell Lynn. We've talked about having kids since we've gotten married over a year ago. She'll be so excited.

With a bright smile on my face, I went into a drug store and purchased a "Congratulations on the Baby" balloon that was already blown up.

Walking into the apartment building we owned, I rode the elevator to the third floor, my stomach in knots at the news I received just a few hours ago and the anticipation of sharing it with Lynn.

Taking out my keys, I slid them into the lock and turned the deadbolt. My smile faded at not catching sight of my wife right away. Walking towards our bedroom, I frowned at seeing our bedroom door was closed.

A sense of dread filled my entire body as I reached for the doorknob and turned.

Gasping at the sight of my wife in bed, our bed, with another woman caused me to let go of the balloon and tears to fill my eyes.

Lynn stuttered and said over and over again how sorry she was, that the woman didn't mean anything to her, that it was a one-time thing.

I turned and stumbled towards the bathroom, nausea fighting its way up out of my mouth.

Lynn appeared by my side, dressed and holding onto the balloon, and I wanted to cry and laugh at how fucked up the whole situation was.

Lynn's eyes were wide as she kept looking between me and the balloon, while I just glared at her and wiped vomit from my lips, tears still running down my face.

"Stacy-"

"In our bed, are you fucking kidding me Lynn?! How long has this been going on?!" I screamed and cried and all Lynn could do was stare at that fucking balloon, which just stood as a mocking reminder of what my life has turned into. Not waiting for an answer, I got up and walked back into our bedroom, opening the closet doors and hauling out one of our suitcases.

"Stacy, come on, don't go. Let's talk about this!" Lynn pleaded with me but I ignored her, instead going over to the drawers and started pulling out Lynn's clothes.

"I'm not going anywhere, you are. I don't give a shit where you go, but you are leaving."

Shaking her head, she rushed over and started pulling things from the suitcase.

"No, no we are talking about this. You're pregnant and-"

"And you will never see this baby!" I turned on my wife and screamed at her. I knew I must have looked crazy, but being betrayed by your wife on the same day you find out you're 12 weeks pregnant, well could you really blame me?

With Lynn's things packed I went to the door and opened it, throwing the suitcase on the floor. Without looking at her, I waited for her to leave, but she just stood there, staring at me with this blank expression that I desperately wanted to slap away.

Without a word she walked pass me and picked up her suitcase. Closing the door and turning the deadbolt, I slid to the floor and rubbed my growing belly. Promising my unborn child the best life I could give it, since I was now a single mother.