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"Why don't you come have a cup of coffee. There's pie if you'd like."
The voices drew nearer. "Oh, no thank you. I need to get going in a few minutes. I chose a flight tonight, figuring most of the holiday travellers would be leaving tomorrow and over the weekend." I watched through the doorway as May appeared in the dining room.
"How are your parents doing? They must be sad to see you go."
"They're doing well, they asked me to tell you Happy Thanksgiving. It was hard to say goodbye, but we talk on the phone a lot. Since I left, I talk to them more than I did while I lived here." Her eyes locked on David as we entered the dining room. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."
What. The. Fuck.
I linked my arm in David's after following him in, feeling possessive. James stepped in behind me.
"James! Wow, it's been years! You look great!" Maggie went around the table to give him an enthusiastic hug, which I thought may be an effort to make David jealous. "I hate to leave so soon, but I've got a flight to catch. David, do you think I could talk to you for a minute?"
"I don't think there's anything we need to talk about that can't be said right here."
"David! Don't be rude!" May exclaimed. Maggie stared at him, her mouth open as though she couldn't figure out what to say.
I felt David tense. I had only seen him angry once before, and I had an idea of what was coming.
"Rude? I'm being rude? I know what you're trying to do, and it isn't going to work." He turned to Maggie. "Who are you to intrude on our family dinner and ask to speak with me alone when I'm here with my girlfriend? You aren't part of this family anymore, and we said all that we needed to say a long time ago. And you?" He glared at his mother. "You've been rude to Emma from day one, but this is just mean," he snarled.
Henry diplomatically tried to keep things from escalating, but his words fell on deaf ears. May's hands were curled into indignant fists at her sides. "You have a history, David. You were with her for 7 years, and you can't give her 2 minutes of your time?"
My hand slipped out of the crook of David's arm as he stepped closer to the table, leaning forward, bracing himself with his hands resting on the back of a chair. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wood. "There is nothing that we need to tell each other that can't be said in front of anyone else. You don't know anything about the problems that Maggie and I had. And you don't know Emma at all, because you refuse to give her a chance. I know that you love Maggie, but you need to accept that sometimes things don't work out. And it's not your business."
"Why won't you just hear what she has to say? After all you went through together. You're going to ignore all that for... for..." she gestured towards me, and it seemed like she was going to call me something, then thought better of it.
"For what?" he snapped. "For Emma? Yes, I choose to hurt Maggie's feelings to avoid hurting Emma. I love her. She's going to be the mother of my child. Something Maggie wouldn't even consider."
The silence was deafening.
"I'm going to go," Maggie said quietly before making her way back around the table. May started to protest, but Maggie put a hand on her wrist as she walked past. "He's right, there's nothing to talk about."
His mother disagreed. "Pregnant? You got her pregnant?" she spat shrilly, acting like I wasn't even there. I heard the door close as Maggie went outside.
"I didn't want to tell you like this -" David began.
"What were you going to do?" she yelled over him. "Tell us at Christmas so you could ruin that holiday, too?" Maybe it was the hormones, but her words cut through my anger like a knife. I felt like I might burst into tears, and I hurriedly left the room to the sounds of Henry trying in vain to stop the fighting.
I went out into the chill evening air, but before I could close the door, James joined me.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I choked, gasping back a sob. I felt him put an arm around my shoulder.
"It's nice to not be the source of the drama, for