Megan wasn't sure what to think when Derrick brought home the Menorah.
"I thought you didn't..." She started, but soon learned he thought they should have a few traditions.
"We'll do this and the Christmas tree, too." He smiled as if nothing had really changed. He kissed her forehead as if she was his good little girl.
She guessed it would be fine, but there was so much she didn't know. The next few days she googled to find out what to cook, what to eat, prayers she had no idea how to even start nor finish. But it was something they did together, and that did feel like a new starting point, doing things together.
Of course, he kept talking about Becca's shop. He made her sound like some profound goddess.
"And she made me think of you." He smiled as if this was suppose to make her happy, too.
Megan was reluctant to go back to the shop with him. He had to be kidding. But what if this woman was so appealing that the worst might happen. Megan was after all the one pregnant. What if he was enamored with this Becca, and left her?
A part of Megan was hoping Derrick was just seeing things. Maybe Becca was an old woman. But of course, that was not the case. She was rather stunning even in a black sweater and skinny jeans with her riding boots.
"Oh, so you did come back with the wife." Becca was all smiles and genuinely happy to see both of them. "He found his way back? So what are we looking for, today?"
"I dunno." Derrick was all smiles as he kept looking at Becca then at Megan. "I wanted Megan to meet you. Maybe, we could use your help. We need to find a bigger place."
Becca laughed ever so lightly. "I don't even live in Manhattan. I live across the bridge."
Megan looked at Derrick. This was the first she'd heard about moving.