er the middle of
my brow above my nose.
“You ha一ve a V here when you frown,” he murmurs. “It’s very soft to kiss. I can
beha一ve so badly . . . and yet you’re still here.”
“Why are you surprised I’m still here? I told you I wasn’t going to lea一ve you.”
“Because of the way that I beha一ved when you told me you were pregnant.” He
runs his finger down my cheek. “You were right. I am an adolescent.”
Oh shit . . . I did say that. My subconscious glares at me. His doctor said
that!
“Christian, I said some awful things.” He puts his index finger over my lips.
“Hush. I deserved to hear them. Besides this is my bedtime story.”
He rolls onto his back again.
“When you told me you were pregnant—” He stops. “I’d thought it would be
just you and me for a while. I’d considered children, but only in the abstract. I
had this vague idea we’d ha一ve a child sometime in the future.”
Just one? No . . . Not an only child. Not like me. Perhaps now’s not the best
time to bring that up.
“You are still so young, and I know you’re quietly ambitious.”
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Ambitious? Me?
“Well, you pulled the rug from under me. Christ, was that unexpected. Never
in a million years, when I asked you what was wrong, did I expect you to be
pregnant.” He sighs. “I was so mad. Mad at you. Mad at myself. Mad at
everyone. And it took me back, that feeling of nothing being in my control. I
had to get out. I went to see Flynn, but he was at some school parents’
evening.” Christian pauses and arches an eyebrow.
“Ironic,” I whisper. Christian smirks in agreement.
“So I walked and walked and walked, and I just . . . found myself at the salon.
Elena was lea一ving. She was surprised to see me. And, truth be told, I was
surprised to find myself there. She could tell I was mad and asked me if I
wanted a drink.”
Oh shit. We’ve cut to the chase. My heart doubles in speed. Do I really want
to know this? My subconscious glares at me, a plucked eyebrow raised in
warning.
“We went to a quiet bar I know and h
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