She’s pregnant. His brain had its own sounding alarm making so much noise in his head he wanted to slam his head against the wall. He turned around to look at her, pregnant? Surely he understands the confusion his family gets. Not on good terms and having two children with on the way?!
“For who?” He managed to speak up although his voice came off more like a whisper than his usual baritone voice. He returned back to the veggies trying so hard to concentrate on it but the word pregnant kept circling about in his head.
“I thought it belonged to someone else but it’s yours.”
“I knew that you couldn’t come back here on your own,”
“Who wants a divorcee with three kids for her ex husband?” He sensed the selfishness in her, usual Sarah. Thinking about herself alone and no one else. He shoo
