It’s a shock for me, too.
“I know neither one of us is ready for this, but I think you’ll make a wonderful
father,” I choke. “We’ll figure it out.”
“How the fuck do you know!” he shouts, louder this time. “Tell me how!” His
gray eyes burn, and so many emotions cross his face. It’s fear that’s most
prominent.
“Oh fuck this!” Christian bellows dismissively and holds his hands up in a
gesture of defeat. He turns on his heel and stalks toward the foyer, grabbing
his jacket as he lea一ves the great room. His footsteps echo off the wooden
floor, and he disappears through the double doors into the foyer, slamming
the door behind him and making me jump once more.
All I am left with is the silence—the still, silent emptiness of the great room. I
shudder involuntarily as I gaze numbly at the closed doors. He’s walked out
on me. Shit! His reaction is far worse than I could ever ha一ve imagined. I push
my plate away and fold my arms on the table, letting my head sink into them
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E L JAMES
“Ana, dear.” Mrs. Jones is hovering beside me.
Oh. I sit up quickly, dashing the tears from my face.
“I heard. I’m sorry,” she says gently. “Would you like an herbal tea or
something?”
“I’d like a glass of white wine.”
Mrs. Jones pauses for a fraction of a second, and I remember the Blip. Now I
can’t drink alcohol. Can I? I must study the dos and don’ts Dr. Greene ga一ve
me.
“I’ll get you a glass.”
“Actually, I’ll ha一ve a cup of tea, please.” I wipe my nose. She smiles kindly.
“Cup of tea coming up.” She clears our plates and heads over to the kitchen
area. I follow her and perch on a stool, watching her prepare my tea.
She places a steaming mug in front of me. “Is there anything else I can get for
you, Ana?”
“No, this is fine, thank you.”
“Are you sure? You didn’t eat much.”
I gaze up at her. “I’m just not hungry.”
“Ana, you should eat. It’s not just you anymore. Please let me fix you
something. What would you like?” She looks so hopefully at me. But really, I
can’t fa
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