Maggies Marriage (Cloverleaf #2) Read Free

couch, Maggie could feel the emptiness as he turned and looked at her. “Everything I do is for us. It would be nice to have a little support, but instead every time we are alone you want to fight. As if I don’t already have enough pressure and stress in my life, I don’t need the added grief.”
    Maggie removed herself from the couch, throwing back the plaid throw that had been covering her. “I do support you. It wouldn’t be a fight if you didn’t work so much. I don’t give a flying crap if you make partner. I want you to be my partner.” Maggie felt like a child throwing a tantrum. Her thin arms were straight against her sides, her hands knotted up into tight balls. She imagined all she had to do was start stomping her foot, and she would look like a full fledged brat.
    She felt her emotions spinning out of control; she hated herself for feeling like a crazy person. Lately, she felt like she had no hold on anything. Her emotions were all over the place.
    “Maggie, that’s enough. I’m not doing this with you right now. I’m worn out. I don’t have the energy to fight.” He turned away and went to their bedroom.
    Maggie sank back on the couch feeling defeated and overwhelmed. What was she going to do? She knew one thing for sure; she couldn’t keep this up much longer.
     
    ***
     
    Maggie sat in the small office. The walls were covered in a modern, calm shade of teal and beige wallpaper. It made her nervous being locked inside the sterile room. Nothing was serene and inviting about it, not even the bleached starfish that were mounted sporadically on the walls. Maggie’s mood lately hadn’t gotten much better; she found herself overly emotional and just plain worn out. Cranky, that was probably a better word to describe it. Everything was annoying her, the inner rage that consumed her made Maggie feel disgusted with herself, but she tried to reason that this wasn’t who she was. Then again, Maggie had lost sight of who she was a long time ago, and she wasn’t sure about a lot of things now.
    She had been waiting to talk to the doctor for close to twenty minutes. She felt herself growing anxious and irritated when a soft knock echoed off the door.
    “Mrs. Trembley?” A man in a stark white coat and an obnoxiously colorful tie peered from behind the door as he entered slowly.
    Maggie managed a tight lipped smile and a curt nod. Try and be nice .
    The doctor took a seat on a small stool that was near Maggie. He pulled up to a computer that was on a portable desk and started to log into it. His eyes looked huge behind the thick glasses that kept sliding down the bridge of his nose.
    “So, Maggie, can you tell me why you are here today?”
    “I’m here today to confirm my pregnancy.” Maggie groaned inside. Wasn’t it obvious when I peed in the cup today?
    “I see, yes, it says right here that we did send off a urine sample. Let me just check and see your results.”
    The doctor was an older man, his hair was primarily white and his face was lined with soft wrinkles. His voice was gentle, and that only seem to grate on Maggie’s nerves more. Under normal circumstances, Maggie doubted she would feel such animosity toward him, or anyone for that matter. With the argument with Michael, Melanie’s busy schedule, and now the pregnancy, Maggie felt overwhelmed and had a hard time just being polite.
    The doctor cleared his throat, “Yes, here it is. Well, congratulations, Mrs. Trembley, it appears you are indeed pregnant.”
    Whoopie! Maggie imagined confetti falling from the ceiling.
    Interrupting her thoughts, the doctor announced, “We will want to schedule you for an ultrasound to get an idea about how far along you might be. Do you recall the date of your last period?” He held up a small paper wheel that contained a series of numbers and months; he was spinning it slowly to figure out her approximate due date.
    Maggie rattled off the dates as close as she could remember them. Satisfied with her