Dear ex, you lose!

e words to respond. She pushed a stray strand of her brunette curls from her brown eyes. Pregnant? Was he joking? That had been the last thing she woul

older as October had arrived. "Good day, what can I get for you?" The lady behind the counter greeted Delia as soon as she entered. The delicious aroma of freshly baked cakes and croosaints along with strong coffee hit Delia. "I would like some jam tarts and two big slices of chocolate cake please." Delia pointed at the things she had chosen while the lady expertly bagged them up for her. Delia paid and left the shop, looking both ways she crossed the road and got back into her car. Checking her phone she saw she had no messages or missed calls from her husband, assuming he must be busy with his next meeting, she smiled to herself. She was going to surprise him tonight with a meal and the news of becoming parents. She knew how excited he would be to finally be a daddy. When she finally pulled up to their driveway, Delia was surprised to see a red bmw parked up but nobody inside it. Frowning she thought maybe it was their cleaners new car. Grabbing her things and locking up her car, she walked across the pebbled driveway and up to the pathway. Delia pulled out her key but noticed the door was already ajar. Rolling her eyes she chuckled as she realised that perhaps their cleaner had just been forgetful when putting the rubbish out. "Flora? Are you here?" She called out in a sing song tone. Slipping her shoes off and placing them on the shoe wrack, she put on her favourite fluffy pink slippers that Thomas had bought her as a gift last year for Christmas. Delia paused for a second and shook her head thinking that she had gone crazy. "Baby brain." She laughed to herself. The house wa