“So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked as soon as he ushered me into his bedroom. “I don’t know, maybe why you have been keeping me at arm’s length for a couple of weeks now? Or why we didn’t fire that nanny a month ago when she started making it clear she was more interested in being close to me than the kids?” Adam uttered emphatically as he moved away to look out his window. “Becky, I can’t understand why you keep pushing me away. I want to be with you every step of this pregnancy to make up for the fact I was a scared jerk throughout the last one. I miss waking up with you in my arms every morning and falling asleep cuddled tightly against you at night. I miss being allowed to kiss you ‘hello’ and ‘good-bye’ when I leave or come home. I miss having my arms around your wai
