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.

found myself holding my breath as the words left my

and then he stepped even closer. "You're not lying to

"Why are you drinking if you're pregnant? Why didn't you

first part of his question, thinking about how 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

my shoulder tighter, I

his words, a wave of

more sternly when I didn't

now he addressed me so

wasn't just physical; it extended to

the world. Now that he didn't want me,

deep breath, then another, before finding my voice again, "What for? To get rid

Ernest frowned, "What?"

him away with one

if I really was pregnant, the baby

ide its fate."

out, my tears

shifted through several changes, "You're

anger burst. forth, "What does