“Stop twisting my words.”
“I’m not twisting anything. I’m listening.”
“You’re overthinking this.”
Napangiti ako nang mapait. “Am I? Kasi sa nakikita ko, ikaw ’yung nasa beach. Ikaw ’yung may katabing babae sa duyan. Tapos ako ’yung tinatawagan mo para sabihing worried ka.”
“I care about you,” diin niya.
“About me?” tanong ko agad. “Or about the baby?”
“Both.” matigas niyang sabi.
“Pero mas madalas mong banggitin ang baby.”
“Because I don’t want you stressed!”
“Then don’t give me reasons to be,” sagot ko, mas mababa na ang boses pero mas mabigat.
Tahimik siya ulit, at doon ko naramdaman ang pagod. Hindi ko kayang makipaghabulan sa paliwanag na hindi buo.
“Hailey, you know my world. You knew what you were getting into.”
“I didn’t sign up to be confused,” sagot ko, naiirita. “Kung
