"Brent can't know that I'm pregnant." I tell Clay as I undo my seatbelt.
"I know."
"You've been unusually quiet."
"I know."
"Clay-"
He turns to look at me.
"I know, Cami. Just go. Call me if you need anything."
"You're upset."
"I'm not upset at you."
"The who?"
He looks me over, then he leans to kiss my cheek.
"I have to go to work in the morning so I need to sleep. Goodnight."
It's funny how everyone is rejecting me.
I exit his car, then I walk into the building. As I stand in the elevator, all I can think about is the baby. I place my palm over my still flat stomach, and I close my eyes as the elevator plunges upwards. I don't care much about the talk I'm about to have with hubby dearest. Brent can take care of himself, but the little blip inside me can't. It's about time
