When I talk about it to Nicholas, he doesn’t offer much advice outside of saying that some people can get over infidelity and maybe even learn to be happy in the future especially now that they’re having a baby.

I want to argue with him but in reality, I don’t know if my arguments are right.

Deep in my heart, I know that she deserves someone who will love every part of her the way that Nicholas loves me and I don’t see that in James. But given everything else that’s going on, the baby and her mother cutting her out of her inheritance if she breaks up with him, maybe Sydney is doing what’s right for her.

With James away in New York, working crazy hours, Sydney mainly stays in her room. Tonight, I insist on her joining us for dinner and a movie. Reluctantly, she agrees.

“I don’t want to be some third wheel,” she says, carrying her blanket from her bed to the couch.

“Well, first of all, you’re not a third wheel, there’s two of you in there,” I joke.

This makes her laugh and snuggle into the couch. Nicholas brings us both tea and sits down next to me, draping his arm over my shoulder.

“You two are so cute,” she says.

Her tone is casual but there’s a sadness in her eyes. I want to ask her about it but it doesn’t feel like she wants to talk about it.

“So, how’s everything going for the wedding?” Nicholas asks. “Is there anything else we can do?”

Sydney shrugs and just stares at the screen as the Netflix logo loads. “No, not really. There isn’t even much for me to do. Mom’s taking care of everything.”

And that’s exactly what she means. Her mother has picked out the flowers, arranged for the venue, and chosen the band.

Her mother made all of the catering arrangements including the kind of signature drink they will have and the look and the filling of the wedding cake.

At first, Sydney seemed to resist all of this but after a bit, she just gave up and ignored that it was happening.

“Agh!” Sydney yells out in pain. Her face contorts as she tries to breathe but she can’t.

“Oh, no!” she yelps, grabbing her stomach. “Something’s wrong…agh!”

“We have to get her to the hospital now,” Nicholas says, standing up.

“No hospital,” Sydney says. “No, I can’t go to the hospital….agh!” She bends in half, cradling her stomach.

“Syd, something is wrong. Something might be happening to the baby we have to get you help.”

She continues to refuse, insisting that everything is fine while we get her into the car and Nicholas rushes to the hospital.