ce anything.
My husband has just walked out on me because I’m pregnant, my father has
been in a major car accident, and there’s Jack Hyde the nutcase trying to
make out that I sexually harassed him. I suddenly ha一ve an uncontrollable urge
to giggle. See what you’ve done to me, Little Blip! I caress my belly.
Mrs. Jones smiles indulgently at me. “Do you know how far you are?” she
asks softly.
“Very newly pregnant. Four or five weeks, the doctor isn’t sure.”
“If you won’t eat, then at least you should rest.”
I nod, and taking my tea, I head into the library. It’s my refuge. I dig my
BlackBerry out of my purse and contemplate calling Christian. I know it’s a
shock for him—but he really did overreact. When does he not overreact? My
subconscious arches a finely plucked brow at me. I sigh. Fifty Shades of
fucked up.
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“Yes, that’s your daddy, Little Blip. Hopefully he’ll cool off and come back . . .
soon.”
I pull out the leaflet of dos and don’ts and sit down to read. I can’t
concentrate. Christian’s never walked out on me before. He’s been so
thoughtful and kind over the last few days, so loving and now . . . Suppose he
never comes back? Shit! Perhaps I should call Flynn. I don’t know what to do.
I’m at a loss. He’s so fragile, in so many ways, and I knew he’d react badly to
the news. He was so sweet this weekend. All those circumstances way
beyond his control, yet he managed fine. But this news was too much.
Ever since I met him, my life has been complicated. Is it him? Is it the two of
us together? Suppose he doesn’t get past this? Suppose he wants a
porce? Bile rises in my throat. No. I mustn’t think this way. He’ll be back. He
will. I know he will. I know in spite of all the shouting and his harsh words he
loves me . . . yes. And he’ll love you, too, Little Blip.
Leaning back in my chair, I start to doze.
I wake cold and disorientated. Shivering I check my watch; eleven in the
evening. Oh yes . . . You. I pat my belly. Where’s Christian
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