“I–I didn’t want you like that—not forced into a relationship with me because we spent one afternoon in your bed. We’d only known each other for a week. It would’ve changed your career. Everything you’d worked for. You–you’d end up hating me,” she stammered, twisting her head away.
“But you didn’t think I’d hate you if you had my baby and never told me?” His hands clenched into fists, turning his knuckles white. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Thanks for stopping by and please don’t miss the other Weekend Writing Warriors. Head on over and check out the work of dozens of other writers. You’ll be so glad you did! By the way, today is our wedding anniversary—40 years ago today, I married dear Husband. Wow…40 years!