Christian POV
As soon as Antonio said Lisa wanted to talk to me, I bolted up the stairs.
I feel terrible. My God, I should have taken her pregnancy hormones into account. That only
made it a thousand times worse.
Lisa is laying on our bed when I arrive and I pick my pillow up off the floor with confusion. Is
she so angry that she couldn't even stand for my pillow to rest next to her?
"Baby?" I ask affectionately.
She rolls over just barely to meet my eyes. Smiling softly, I sit next to her on the bed and rest my
hand on her sheet clad thigh.
"I in no way meant to call you stupid."
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes closed.
"Its okay. We all know I am," she admits brokenly.
I shake my head quickly and scoot closer, shifting the brown tussles away from her tearstaine
