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.

myself holding my breath as the words left

stepped even closer. "You're

grabbed my shoulder, "Why are

he went to Houston and didn't see me, how he misunderstood me and wouldn't listen to my explanation, and even after listening, he still insisted on breaking up. I scoffed, "Did you ever give me a chance to

face grew even colder, looking almost predatory. I felt a pang of pain as he gripped my shoulder tighter,

heart sank at his words, a wave of despair engulfed

Ernest called out more sternly

Licia, and now he addressed me so formally,

just physical; it extended

give me all the tenderness in the world. Now that he didn't want me,

took a deep breath, then another, before finding my voice again, "What for?

Ernest frowned, "What?"

away

I really was pregnant, the baby would be mine, and nobody else has

ide its fate."

my tears finally broke free

several changes, "You're not

days, my anger burst. forth, "What does it matter to you