“You’re sorry you married me, aren’t you? Don’t bother to deny it. It isn’t my fault that the condom broke.”
“Let’s not get into this again. We had sex. you got pregnant so I did the honorable thing by marrying you. Let’s just try to make the best of the situation.”
“It was more than just sex for me, you know. I’ve always had a thing for you and I was thrilled when you started showing an interest in me. I couldn’t believe it when you asked me out. We went for dinner and then you took me to see the musical, Kissing in Kamacha. We started dating and my friends were green with envy because you’re gorgeous, older and more experienced. Things were going so well between us until I missed my period. I took the home pregnancy test and it was positive. I went to see the doctor and she confirmed that I was pregnant. When I told you I thought you would be as thrilled as I was but you weren’t. You looked as if I had told you that I had rabies or was HIV positive. I was blown away because I thought you loved me.”
“If I made you believe that I loved you, I’m sorry. That was never my intention. I was attracted to you and I wanted to pursue a relationship with you but love never entered into it.”
She blinked back the tears. “Is that why we hardly have sex?”
“I don’t feel comfortable having sex with you now that you’re showing.”
“Does pregnancy make me unattractive, undesirable?”
“Angie, let’s not talk about this right now. Your family is expecting us for dinner at eight. I’m going to take a shower now. We’ll leave at exactly seven.”
She watched him as he walked towards the bathroom, desire coursing through her body at the sight of his broad shoulders, narrow hips, naked bottom and muscular legs. She wished she could join him in the shower and they ended up making love. She couldn’t. Resentfully, she put her hand on her swollen bump. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all but it was either this or losing him.
This is the prequel to Amy Spills the Beans.