While making the trip to her living room area, Amara’s mind raced into all the possibilities of the guest awaiting at her doorstep, Until her mind paused on one person. Aron. She took a deep breath before unlocking and opening her door. Amara was met with a messy haired Aron. She took in his look; discomfort and hurt wrote deeply on his features. 

“Aron? Are you ok?”  her voice laced with concern

He stared at her, as he always does whenever he speaks with her. Aron's hand fell upon her waist, pushing her back into the apartment and closing the door behind him, with his other hand. 

“Mara.”  His voice cracked, calling out her name. It fell sweetly off his lips

“Mara. I’m so sorry” at this rate, tears were streaming down his face. Aron felt his legs tremble when Amara's arms wrapped around him. He fell to the ground, with her following closely behind.

What is going on

The question could no longer sit on her tongue, her anxiety getting the worse of her, she couldn’t deal with seeing him so, beat up. 

“Aron, what happened?”  She softly voiced out, barely above a whisper. Aron wouldn’t have been able to hear her if he wasn’t looking so deeply at her. 

‘She’s pregnant.” 

Amara flinched, blinking harshly. Her stomach dropped and a scoff made her way out her lips. She didn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it. But the look on his face when she first opened the door, the way he called out to her and broke down, the way he’s looking so deeply at her. She knew it was true. 

“What? You guys weren’t active when I came into the picture, that’s what you told me. Did you lie to me?”  

She felt her throat tighten and a heat envelope around her body. Disbelief and confusion:  evident,  and heavy,  in her tone.   

“That is what I told you, because it is true. Mara, I would never lie to you. It’s most likely before I met you.” 

“Then why is she just now saying something?”  Amara quickly fired back. Her once soft tone became stern.  

Aron pressed his lips in a firm line, he didn't know. 

“She’s lying to you.” 

Amara crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

“What?” 

“She is lying to you, no pregnant woman would scream like that for hours, let alone no woman who is MONTHS pregnant can be THAT slim.”  Amara started to grow angry. She manipulated him, and she knew she did. Why can’t he realize it too? 

“Amara.” Aron said, but this time it didn’t sound soft like before, it sounded like a warning; Amara could care less, she could smell the lies. The manipulation. The bullsh*t. 

“She’s suddenly pregnant after I slap her? Maybe I didn’t slap her hard enough.” 

 She lets out roughly, uncrossing her arms and beginning to make her way towards her room, completely disregarding the conversation, disregarding him. 

“Amara ENOUGH”  

his voice boomed through the small space of her living room. Amara quick on her feet pushed his hand away 

“Do NOT touch me and yell at me IN MY HOME. You’re so gullible. Don’t be stupid Aron.”  

She felt tears gather in her eyes, not sure if  it’s from anger or the deep emptiness that’s been blossoming since this conversation started.
“SHE’S MANIPULATING YOU. OPEN YOUR EYES ARON. WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES YOU SO GULLIBLE WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO HER?” 

She poked  his chest harshly while speaking, walking backwards while yelling in his face. To which, Aron returned

“MAYBE BECAUSE SHE’S MY WIFE”  

Aron shouted back. Voice bellowing down and around her halls, causing the girl to flinch. Not by the pressure of his voice but his words.  

“Don’t pull the wife card on me.” she breathed out, trying to stand her ground, knowing it hit her where it hurt.  

“Well I just did.”  

Amara blinked and stepped back, the true emotion she’s felt this whole time coming to show.  Tears rapidly fell from her eyes. She took the little strength she had left 

“She wasn't your wife then, or before. She hasn’t been your wife since you’ve met me. Now, since she brings up your imaginary child, she’s your wife.”   She swallowed the cry that desperately wanted to escape her lips. 

“Aron. I love you.” 

 voice cracking when she muttered the words, feeling the air thicken around her. Never breaking eye contact with him. Trying to take in everything, desperately searching for anything that could lead to the confirmation of him loving her back. Before he could think, Aron found himself muttering the same words. 

“I love you, Amara.”   

he felt relief fall off his shoulders, and heard a light  breath fall from Amara's lips

“So who is it going to be? Me  or her.” 

He couldn’t find himself to say the words. It was on the tip of his tongue, he could feel his throat vibrating desperately wanting to say it. But he couldn’t. The words were so true, he knows it will always be her. Knowing it will always be Amara. 

Amara already knew the answer. His silence and hesitation spoke for him. Her heart tore, and she stumbled backwards. Trying to get away from him, from the situation, from this feeling. 

“Get out” 

She repeated, over and over. Her voice went from a whisper to yelling. Aron stood there, his own eyes watering

“Mara. Please, I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry? Oh you’re sorry? HE’S SORRY!” she laughed out; throwing her hands up, crying even harder. 

“Aron please, I love you and I know you love me. Why are you doing this to me?” `The man did nothing but stare at her, which broke her heart more.  Amara picked up a nearby vase, and smashed it on the floor  “ANSWER ME.” Aron stepped back quickly from the smashed vase; causing him to fall. 

 He breathed heavily, eyeing the mess, looking up he expected to see her face, but was met with the harsh slam of her door causing  paintings on her walls to shake from the impact. He sat there, slowly feeling himself breakdown. He quickly got up and brushed off the feeling. 

“I’m going to see my pregnant wife. When your tantrum is done let me know.” 

Aron never saw or heard from Amara again.b