“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say,” he said harshly, standing up and spinning around to glare down at me, his eyes blazing with fury. “How the fuck could you let this happen, Blaire? Is this… is this some kind of trick?”

Oh my God! I didn’t think he would be thrilled about this at first, but I thought he would at least try to comfort me. After all, my body was going to be the one carrying our baby, and I was scared shitless.

I sat up, holding the sheet up over my breasts with one hand, suddenly embarrassed about being naked, and I felt all the blood drain from my face. “A trick? Of course, it’s not a trick, Ax. You know I’m on the pill, and I take it religiously. You hear my reminder alarm going off every morning.”

“Then how are you… how… goddammit, Blaire!” He threw his arms up and then let them fall to his sides before pacing back and forth around my small room. “My father was right,” I heard him mumble, his big hands clenching into fists and then unclenching.

I slung the covers off, not giving a damn about modesty anymore, and climbed off the bed. “What the fuck did you just say?”

He whirled around, his face red and pinched with anger. I had never seen him this aggressive off the football field, and certainly not at me. He had never even raised his voice to me. “My dad told me that girls would try to get pregnant on purpose to trap me. He tried to warn me, but I never thought I would have to worry about that with you, Blaire. I fucking trusted you.” He turned his back on me and started pulling his clothes on.

I was flabbergasted. “I would never try to trap you, Axel. Why would I do that when we’re already planning a future together? That’s why I applied to med schools everywhere you thought you might be drafted. You asked me to do that so we wouldn’t be across the country from each other.”

“But you just had to make sure, didn’t you?” he sneered, almost falling over in his haste to pull his pants on. “You saw that big paycheck and my signing bonus and wanted to make sure you got a piece of it.”

I felt like I had been slapped in the face. “Axel, you have lost your goddamn mind. I know this is a shock. It was to me, too, but you’re talking crazy.” The anger and hurt rose up inside me, filling me with dread. “And when have I ever asked you for money? We’re even planning to split the rent in Boston.”