Impending

Her head appeared at the top of the narrow staircase, and she beamed at the sight of him at the other end of the car. She finished climbing up and made her way along the narrow walkway, and she glowed while never taking her gaze off of him as she drew nearer. Her affectionate warmth was obvious, in spite of her even more obvious physical discomfort. She was seven months pregnant.

She sank down in the seat beside him, weary but pleased, and he said an even-voiced "Hello" in reply to her bright-eyed greeting. Without any more formalities she leaned against him, lowering her head onto his shoulder and closing her eyes.

"It will be over soon," she said quietly, her eyes remaining shut.

"Him?"

"Mmmm," she murmured in assent. "Talked to a lawyer. It's already started."

She snuggled closer, in languid ease. He sat uncomfortably, staring straight ahead. He wasn't sure exactly what he was getting himself into.