No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Huh?! I was utterly shocked.

Pregnant?! Where did that come from?

Ernest was so close to me, close enough that I could once again catch the crisp and invigorating scent that was uniquely his.

This scent that belonged only to him made my breath catch, and a slight ache began to spread across my chest...

It was only at this moment I realized that the aftereffect of being apart from him was like the cider in a midnight bar, already fermented...

It was just my stubbornness that kept me pressing down the sour discomfort, even managing a smile as I looked at him, "What are you talking about? Has Mr. Collins taken up sleepwalking and hysteria?" Ernest's jaw clenched tight as he demanded, "Answer me."

He clearly wanted a definitive answer from me.

That would be a no.

I was definitely not pregnant, I was clear on that. But why would he suddenly think I was?

Had he heard something, or did I give him that impression somehow? Or was he suddenly afraid that I was pregnant, worrying it would affect something?

By the end, my heart was rolling with anger again. I was actually curious to see what his choice would be if he knew I was pregnant.

I said yes?" I found myself holding

he stepped even

answer, and his hand had already grabbed my shoulder, "Why are you drinking if you're

Houston and didn't see me, how he misunderstood me and wouldn't listen to my explanation, and even after listening, he

grew even colder, looking almost predatory. I felt a pang of pain as he gripped my shoulder tighter, I struggled, trying to pull away, but he held on, "We're

at his words, a wave of despair engulfed me,

Ernest called out more sternly when I

and now he addressed

rigidity wasn't just physical; it extended

world. Now that he

a deep breath, then another, before finding my

Ernest frowned, "What?"

pushed him away with one

was pregnant, the

ide its fate."

the words came out, my tears finally broke free in front of

expression shifted through several changes, "You're

my anger burst. forth, "What does it matter to you whether I'm pregnant or not, Ernest?