The car pulled steadily into the familiar underground parking garage.
Steven got out of the car, walked around to the passenger seat, and slung Claire over his shoulder again, ignoring her struggles and kicks.
As the elevator ascended, he remained silent the entire time.
When the front door of their apartment opened, he walked straight to the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed, not bothering to be gentle.
"Steven, have you gone completely mad?" Claire pushed herself up and glared at him furiously.
Steven stood by the bedside, his chest rising and falling slightly, his voice low, hoarse, and strained. "Claire, I know you hate me. We could have another child later. You just had surgery, so you need to rest properly. We can talk about everything else once you've recovered, okay?"
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