Diana's POV
My mate broke the door handle before he pushed the door open, breaking the frame too as he did. Well, that was a bit dramatic. "Diana, we agreed..." He stopped talking when he realized I didn't run away because he placed food by me but that I was sick due to the stench of it. Again.
"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" He asked softly.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before looking up at him. "I don't know. I hope not." I said truthfully.
A flicker of sadness filled the bond that we shared. I knew he'd wanted kids, but I always assumed he wanted to wait just as I did. He blinked, once, twice, before he came over and pulled me up. I went to shove him off; I had vomit breath, and it was on the hand that I wiped my mouth with.
"Stop, I don't care." He muttered. I pur
