By midafternoon, exhaustion set in. Selene's aunt took one look at her pale face and drove them all home, where Selene napped for a couple of hours.
Waking alone again made her feel cross and grumpy. I need Brandon. It was foolish to run off. He wouldn't arrive for another hour or so, and Selene, not fit for human company, sequestered herself in the den, brainlessly flipping the television channels without really taking anything in. This freed her mind finally to address the issue she was facing. Okay, I'm having Brandon's baby. I'm also twenty-eight years old and desperately in love with a wonderful man who loves me back. So why the hell did I freak out about it? On the surface, one would think she should be delighted. What about motherhood scares me so badly?
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