From that day on Dixon was on his best behaviour. He spent every night in Denah’s bed reading his ‘son’ to sleep, and made sure there were fresh flowers in her room every morning. He took days off work to wait on her every need, and rubbed her feet every night when they started to swell.
Denah and Danica's lunch dates continued, of course, and she made sure to keep her sister up to date with everything that went on with Dixon. Denah knew better than to fall for his affections a second time. To have your heart broken twice by the same man was stupidity on the woman’s part. “Just entertain him, let him be happy, and when you give him his son you’ll be free to do whatever you like!” “What if it’s a girl?” “Just pray that it isn’t and everything will be fine.” That was the answer Denah always got, and every time she heard it her heart skipped a beat. What did everyone mean by that? Did they know something she didn’t? Only time would tell.
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