Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- Forty-six
- Forty-seven
- Forty-eight
- Forty-nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-one
- Fifty-two
- Fifty-three
- Fifty-four
- Fifty-five
- Fifty-six
- Fifty-seven
- Fifty-eight
- Fifty-nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-one
- Sixty-two
- Sixty-three
- Sixty-four
- Sixty-five
- Sixty-six
- Sixty-seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Read More
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Follow Merilyn online
- Dedication
The breath left her, as if he’d hit her, and maybe it would have been easier if he had. Words wouldn’t come. She was floundering, drowning in all the words she wanted to say but which wouldn’t form.
‘I found these.’ His voice was steady, calm, but the hand picking up the pills was shaking. ‘What are they?’
Her anxiety turned into panic, thoughts running in all directions, none linear enough to make sense. How had he found them? Why had he been going through her bedroom drawer? Could she say that, turn it round to make it about him – how he had betrayed her trust?
Shame brought the thoughts to a halt. He had been betrayed, not her.
Carla searched Baz’s face for a clue as to what he was thinking, something to hang on to, a beginning. All she found was confusion and hurt.
Suddenly she remembered the case by the door and felt a punch of nausea. Why had he packed a bag? Was he leaving her?
When words finally formed, they tumbled out of her.
‘I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but the longer I took the harder it became. And I didn’t want to upset you by telling you I’m just not ready for a baby – not yet, I mean.’ She stopped. There, it was out, and despite the pain of seeing Baz so crushed, she couldn’t help but feel relief.
‘So it is the pill then, the contraceptive pill?’
‘I do want a baby, I just don’t want one yet. My job is going really well, I’m on a new team that’s starting to come together, and …’ She paused again, unsure how to go on, but then panic hit and she retched. Bending over close to the floor, she tried to regain her breath, to keep the vomit from coming, while Baz silently watched her.
When she finally looked up he threw the pills on the table next to three empty beer bottles. How long ago had he found them? How long had he been sitting here alone, wondering what he’d done to deserve such a betrayal?
‘But we’ve been trying, Carla, trying for a baby.’
His confusion made her chest constrict again.
‘We’ve been trying to make a baby and each month it hasn’t happened I’ve worried it’s me, that I’m not going to be able to give you the child you want, and yet all this time, all this time,’ he emphasised, ‘you knew that wasn’t true – none of it was true. And what does it mean?’ His voice rose. ‘That you never want a baby? Or is it just that you don’t want a baby with me?’