** This is an excerpt of a piece I am writing. I just wanted to know what you thought of it and if you thought there was enough of a story here to make into a novel, thanks. **
Tiffany was sitting on the floor of her new cabin in the Smokey Mountains, enjoying a glass of wine and the smell of a fresh layer of paint. Gary slide down beside her and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'm getting fat."
"Pregnant's not fat."
"I'm not suppose to be pregnant remember?"
"Don't make me the bad guy. I have a reputation to up hold, a family to protect."
"You knew that before Chicago."
"So did you."
Falling into silence, Tiffany thought of that night five months ago. Chicago wasn't a city any more; it was the event that changed Tiffany's life. She wasn't just a groupie, she was Gary's bandmate's nanny. While on tour with the band, Tiffany would look after the guitarist children because he was a single dad. In the evenings, she would stay on the bus or rent a hotel room for the night if they were staying in the city longer than one night. Seemingly, it was always the same hotel where Gary's bus was parked, and for the last two years no one had caught on.
Everything was always under control. Gary handled everything, so when she sat with him after a show one night refusing a shot of whiskey or a swig of beer, of course, Gary had a plan, and here it was: Tiffany would tell Jason she had gotten pregnant and would need time off for doctor's appointments and the birth of the child, that she didn't know who the father was, so she was giving the child up for adoption, and could continuing working as normal a week after.
For her cooperation, Gary bought Tiffany a new car and a secluded cabin up in the mountains. She wondered whether his wife and the mother of his two young girls had any idea who she had married.