What was wrong with him? Even now Griffin still wanted her. Knowing she might be pregnant, he wanted to grab her and have her right now. He wanted to offer the only comfort he knew he could give.
He paced some more. He should’ve dropped her off and left. It was what she’d expected. But he had to know.
It’s not mine. She said so herself. We used a c****m every time.
Minutes ticked by. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and gulped it quickly. The alcohol wasn’t strong enough to dull the pain.
He paced the hall again, pausing at the bathroom door. He raised his hand to knock and stopped. He walked back to the living room, looked at the ugly impersonal setting and returned to the kitchen.
The test shouldn’t take so long. She should’ve been out to tell him the results. Back at the bathroom
