Frankly, I don’t care if he is concerned. Neither of us are to blame for my contraceptive failing because I was ill, that couldn’t be helped. But that is too logical for my brain. Liam is the reason my head feels like it may fall from my shoulders and he gets to smile and watch as my body goes through anguish to give him a child.

It’s true that I wanted another baby one day, and I know that if I didn’t want to do this I could have waited and given myself more time, but those are not the thoughts I care about right now. I care about the fact Liam Ruinsky has ruined my normalcy. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he was actually going to be around whenever I need him. But in typical Ellis fashion, I had to get pregnant by a man who is going to be gone half of the time to play stupid hockey with his stupid team.

I am scared and mad, and I don’t know which one I feel most. Somehow they are both his fault. I could blame the resentment on my hormones, but instead I blame him. My hormones are crazy because I’m pregnant, and I’m only pregnant because of him and his stupid perfect face.

“So, are we going to talk about what’s bothering you?” He asks through a tight jaw. We’ve pulled up outside of his house and I jump out of the car slamming the door on my way out, it doesn’t help my simmering emotions the way I wish it would.

“You are,” I answer bluntly. I’m aware I sound like a stroppy teenager, but I’m too far gone to turn back now. I look away from him and throw my jacket onto his couch. I can feel my fear brewing into anger.

“What did I do?” he asks with his arms outstretched in confusion. Isn’t that the million-dollar question, Liam? He asks it like he really thinks he has said or done something today to upset me. The reality is, I’m upset about how he is managing to stay so damn strong and steady when I can’t even see straight.

“You got me pregnant, you arsehole!” I yell and throw my bag onto the floor.

“What? That’s what’s bothering you?” He frowns, shaking his head. I would feel sorry about how confused he looks, but he should be keeping up.

“Everything is going to change because of this baby and my whole world is going to crumble.” I point my finger at him to show him how much this is all his fault.

“It’s not going to crumble, Sunshine.” He has no right to try and be sweet right now. My lips lift in a snarl and I move away from him.