CHAPTER603
See! I can’t even act like an adult while having a fight with my future husband. What kind of mother will I be?
“No, but I am sure you will make it an all-inclusive experience.” the light tone in his voice at his asshole remark makes me snap up to see him smirking, actual fucking smiling about this.
“Fuck you. Sometimes I really hate you.” I shove him in the abs, but he only holds me closer.
“I expect this is going to be a hellish few months, knowing you, and your diva ways. You should be nice to me right now, baby, even with the amount of patience and understanding I have for you… I can’t promise I won’t want to strangle you by the end of this.” He’s smiling again and I snarl like a feral stray.
“This isn’t funny… Why are you even joking about this? This is the worst thing ever.” Enraged, losing my sadness to be replaced with anger at my thick-skulled idiot man.
“I can think of a lot worse things. Come on, Sophs… Look at Jake and Emma. They were even less suited to being parents than we are and look at them now.”
“Stop it.” I yell at him and throw his arms free, so I can get away and roll off the bed to the opposite side. “Stop trying to make me think this is okay when it’s not.” Hands on hips, sniffing back my tears and Arry regards me coolly with that indifferent mask he adopts from time to time.
“I’m looking beyond the shock. Thinking about the after’s, and I know this is not as bad as we first felt it was. I know you’re freaking out right now, being stroppy Sophie and having an all-out tantrum. Give it a few days and you’ll start to see it this way too.”
I hate that he thinks he knows me so well, knows how my brain works, and throw one of the scatter cushions at him expertly. He dodges it away with a hand and continues to watch me from his position, lounging on the bed. Unaffected by my crazy. Either he has processed this crazily fast or he’s drunk on shock and acting like a weirdo. He too calm and too accepting for the guy I know and love. Where is my fretting, overthinking boy who should be equally freaked out by this?
“Stop being a little hell cat and come here.” He motions a little finger wiggle at me, a half smile, and a soft expression.
God, I want to throat punch you.
“Fuck you, you put a baby in me, therefore we are no longer friends.” I throw a second cushion at him, only this time I hear him chuckle as he bats it away too and enrages me enough to storm out of the bedroom in exasperation.
Oh boy are we on completely different pages.
“Guess you won’t be wanting to marry the asshole that knocked you up anymore either, huh?” He appears at the bedroom door behind me and dodges the cushion from the couch I throw at him too. Rage building the smugger he gets.
Ass fucking hole!
“Stop following me.” I snap at him and walk further into the room to find something to do to expel this excess energy brimming inside of me. All I can do is pace around and look for things to throw at him to make me feel better. In my head this is all his fault… his seed, his sex, his seductive ways, and right now blaming him is easier than facing reality.
I don’t want a baby!
“I still want to marry you.” He grins, and I swear if I knew throwing a glass vase at his face didn’t scar his prettiness he would be wearing several already.
“I hate you.” I sulk and know my fire is dying, to be replaced with fatigue. The ounces of energy and strength in my voice are fading. Being up all night is not good for me at any time, especially not when I have a valid reason to feel unwell.
“Maybe, but as you haven’t thrown my ring at me, then I’m guessing that’s a good sign.” He smirks and sets me off again
What the hell is wrong with him?
“Don’t tempt me.” I glare, snarl, and frown all at the same time.
“You know you’re crazy sexy and cute when you’re mad… weird as it may be. I have always loved seeing you like this.” He grins this time, like a Cheshire cat and I sigh heavily. Losing the battle and the will to live with him in this mood. He’s on the charm offensive and slowly getting through my armor. I hate that this is how he operates.
“I’m not mad, I’m devastated.” I croak at him; my weirdo boyfriend, and then walk to the couch to slump down and put my head between my knees in bewilderment. Arry comes and sits next to me and starts rubbing my back and shoulders gently, those amazing massage hands getting to work and lulling me out of my crazy tirade very slowly.
“I know you are. I understand why you feel this way, Sophs, and I get it. You have to think about this rationally though… we have the means to hire help, continue with the plans if we juggle things a little. You can still finish school, maybe delay it by a year to get through this and having the baby.”
I snap my head up and glare at him furiously.
“Delay it a fucking year? Do you know how far back it would set me… How crazy that idea is? I can’t defer by a whole year and sit at home twiddling my thumbs. I need to go to school. I want to go to school and still reach for my goals.” Tears are back in full swing and he sighs at me.
“Okay, okay… So maybe we can investigate half a term with a split… See if New York will be willing to take you on for a few months and then finish after it comes. We will need to look into the safety aspect and all the …” Treating me with kid gloves.
“Stop it, stop doing that!” I snap losing my fragile temper once more and this time wail at him.
“Stop what? We can’t just bury our head in the sand with this.” He’s keeping his voice gentle, his eyes on me and that annoying calm expression."
