"But I'm his child's mother"

I said as I paced the room, making Shade uncomfortable and most likely, pissed.

"Wait, are you pregnant?" Shade asked wide eyed.
"No. Bayo now, our child whom we adopted"
She looked at me as if she had been slapped hard across the face.

"Na you carry him belle?" she switched to pidgin.
"No" I answered.
"So wetin dey do you? You leave the child for him or return him to the orphanage you found him na"

"Haba Shade, why would you say that"
Now she looked at me as if I were a crazy alcoholic who has been drinking since sunrise.

I don't blame her. She can't understand these things.
Not the fact that I'm going for a divorce not because I don't love Akin, and not the fact that I don't want to part ways with my loving adopted child.