“Remember what?”
Nessa grinned.
She straightened and went back to seat as though she never said anything that shocked me.
I looked at Nathaniel.
“What's she saying?”
He stayed quiet.
“Nathaniel.”
“Don't worry about it, you’re still recovering.”
“ I want to know.”
Suddenly everyone at the table became still.
“mm…mm…mm”
Mr Richard cleared his throat.
“Welcome Brittany.”
“Thank you sir.” I answered politely.
“Since you are back, when are we getting a grandchild?”
I nearly choked on my food.
“Grandchild?”
I’ve been in the hospital for months, lying unconscious, fighting to regain my life. Somehow what these families were concerned about was me getting pregnant?
I faced Nathaniel.
Surely he would say something.
Surely he would tell him it wasn't time.
But he didn't even cat
