Seated on the kitchen stool, Rose stared at her husband, who simply stared back.
"What do you want to talk about?" Rose finally asked, disturbing the silence. Rather than answering, Alexander shifted in his seat. When he continued to stay silent, Rose stood up from her stool, "Let's just talk tomorrow then."
Alexander grabbed her arm before she could leave. "No, we have to speak now. I have a feeling we'll never get around to talking if it doesn't happen now."
Rose raised an eyebrow as he pushed her back towards the stool. "But we're not talking now either."
Alexander roughly ran his hand through his hair, a habit Rose had noticed he does whenever he's feeling anxious.
"What do you want to talk about?" she asked one more time.
"The baby ... Our baby."
Rose froze. How had she man
